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 Malaysia and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Circle Jerks to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Radio Birdman,
ABC,
Con Funk Shun,
Scion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bronski Beat,
The Last Poets,
Sällskapet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Sherman,
Sugar Minott,
The Buckinghams,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television Personalities,
Barclay James Harvest,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Joe Finger,
The Neon Judgement,
The Monochrome Set,
D'Angelo,
Grey Daturas,
cv313,
Matthew Halsall,
The Pretty Things,
Soulsonic Force,
Boredoms,
The Blues Magoos,
Max Romeo,
Tim Buckley,
Erasure,
Bizarre Inc.,
Negative Approach,
Audionom,
Ultra Naté,
Ossler,
Godley & Creme,
Marvin Gaye,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Red Krayola,
Country Joe & The Fish,
EPMD,
Soft Cell,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sam Rivers,
John Cale,
Porter Ricks,
Wally Richardson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bad Manners,
The Residents,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Morten Harket,
Parry Music,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.