Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Guinea and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bronski Beat to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Nick Fraelich,
Dennis Brown,
The Angels of Light,
The Sonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lungfish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Invisible,
Joyce Sims,
Radiohead,
Marc Almond,
Sister Nancy,
The Standells,
Bronski Beat,
Ludus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quando Quango,
Nico,
K-Klass,
Zapp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Faraquet,
Niagra,
Icehouse,
Reuben Wilson,
Suicide,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thompson Twins,
Lalann,
Pulsallama,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Spoonie Gee,
Jacques Brel,
The Durutti Column,
Ronnie Foster,
Sandy B,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sixth Finger,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aswad,
Sällskapet,
The Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Dual Sessions,
Albert Ayler,
Girls At Our Best!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ornette Coleman,
Junior Murvin,
The Busters,
The Move,
Section 25,
The Gun Club,
Outsiders,
Kerri Chandler,
Oblivians,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
B.T. Express,
Franke,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.