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 Denmark and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 The Slackers to the techno 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Sonny Sharrock,
Q65,
Hoover,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Moon,
Main Source,
Scratch Acid,
Lebanon Hanover,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Model 500,
Marine Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
U.S. Maple,
The Motions,
Rakim,
Bang On A Can,
The Martian,
The Happenings,
Buzzcocks,
the Bar-Kays,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gichy Dan,
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Severed Heads,
Ultravox,
The Fugs,
Trumans Water,
Marmalade,
Magma,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crooked Eye,
Stiv Bators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tubeway Army,
Derrick Morgan,
The Barracudas,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Victims,
Black Pus,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Whodini,
Babytalk,
Subhumans,
Bill Near,
Khruangbin,
Todd Terry,
Gang Starr,
Skaos,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scrapy,
Fluxion,
The Angels of Light,
Symarip,
Moss Icon,
Patti Smith,
Kayak,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.