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 Turkmenistan and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tommy Roe to the disco 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Max Romeo,
The Beau Brummels,
the Sonics,
The Victims,
Maurizio,
Ohio Players,
Negative Approach,
Lucky Dragons,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Television,
Moebius,
Thee Headcoats,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thompson Twins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Excepter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Subhumans,
Procol Harum,
R.M.O.,
H. Thieme,
Reagan Youth,
The Standells,
Sugar Minott,
Joe Smooth,
Dawn Penn,
The Fire Engines,
L. Decosne,
Guru Guru,
Eric Dolphy,
Deakin,
Darondo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crispian St. Peters,
Banda Bassotti,
Neil Young,
Simply Red,
Stiv Bators,
Silicon Teens,
DJ Sneak,
The Fuzztones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Janne Schatter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kayak,
The Grass Roots,
Bronski Beat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Agent Orange,
John Foxx,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Con Funk Shun,
The Smoke,
The Music Machine,
Fugazi,
This Heat,
Scratch Acid,
The Pop Group,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.