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 Marshall Islands and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Qualms to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Tim Buckley,
Moby Grape,
Toni Rubio,
Los Fastidios,
Von Mondo,
Morten Harket,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Shoche,
Brick,
The Angels of Light,
the Slits,
Andrew Hill,
Nirvana,
Connie Case,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cecil Taylor,
ABC,
The Doors,
Faust,
Pantaleimon,
Janne Schatter,
Arab on Radar,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barbara Tucker,
Ohio Players,
The Smoke,
Sarah Menescal,
Porter Ricks,
Black Sheep,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Birthday Party,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hardrive,
Gang Green,
Severed Heads,
Radiohead,
Groovy Waters,
The Buckinghams,
8 Eyed Spy,
Parry Music,
Fat Boys,
June of 44,
Hasil Adkins,
Echospace,
Alton Ellis,
Bill Near,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ronnie Foster,
Rekid,
The Happenings,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Rosa Yemen,
kango's stein massive,
Wally Richardson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Whodini,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.