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 Sri Lanka and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kinks to the electroclash 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Neon Judgement record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Wake,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kenny Larkin,
Aaron Thompson,
Minny Pops,
Camberwell Now,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DNA,
Bill Near,
Moby Grape,
Rufus Thomas,
Minnie Riperton,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed,
B.T. Express,
UT,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Human League,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crooked Eye,
The Durutti Column,
Wire,
The New Christs,
JFA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hot Snakes,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric Copeland,
Outsiders,
Faust,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gichy Dan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scrapy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Michelle Simonal,
Alison Limerick,
Charles Mingus,
Magazine,
Qualms,
Juan Atkins,
Hashim,
Shoche,
Grey Daturas,
Quantec,
Fear,
Lalann,
Infiniti,
The Gladiators,
Au Pairs,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.