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 Jamaica and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Underground Resistance,
The Stooges,
Excepter,
The Angels of Light,
EPMD,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neu!,
David McCallum,
Soul Sonic Force,
AZ,
The Smoke,
Spoonie Gee,
Siglo XX,
Angry Samoans,
Eddi Front,
MC5,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DNA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nils Olav,
Black Pus,
Public Enemy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roxy Music,
The Mummies,
Mission of Burma,
Jeff Lynne,
Matthew Bourne,
Skaos,
Youth Brigade,
Camouflage,
Little Man,
Junior Murvin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
June of 44,
Malaria!,
Loose Ends,
Isaac Hayes,
Y Pants,
Judy Mowatt,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Knickerbockers,
Bronski Beat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeru the Damaja,
Agent Orange,
Sparks,
Grauzone,
Soft Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moebius,
Radio Birdman,
The Fugs,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.