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 Chile and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Deakin to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Fear,
The Fugs,
U.S. Maple,
The Offenders,
Stiv Bators,
Minnie Riperton,
Girls At Our Best!,
Banda Bassotti,
Sällskapet,
The Motions,
Supertramp,
Circle Jerks,
Khruangbin,
Television,
The Cure,
The Associates,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Absolute Body Control,
Rites of Spring,
The Golliwogs,
Infiniti,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Green,
David Bowie,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Hood,
Cecil Taylor,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
AZ,
The Invisible,
Jerry's Kids,
Angry Samoans,
Pole,
Zero Boys,
Pere Ubu,
June Days,
Silicon Teens,
Wings,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Human League,
Matthew Halsall,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mad Mike,
Bronski Beat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Trojans,
Hoover,
Magazine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tim Buckley,
Juan Atkins,
The Standells,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neil Young,
Bobby Sherman,
Amon Düül II,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.