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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Bronski Beat to the crunk 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
T. Rex,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Moon,
Boredoms,
Newcleus,
Nico,
China Crisis,
Japan,
Funkadelic,
The Mojo Men,
The Detroit Cobras,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aloha Tigers,
Ossler,
Los Fastidios,
Max Romeo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ronan,
The Smiths,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Seeds,
Ronnie Foster,
Thompson Twins,
Stiv Bators,
Piero Umiliani,
John Holt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quando Quango,
The Sonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Surgeon,
Parry Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Faraquet,
Vainqueur,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Wyatt,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fall,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Doobie Brothers,
June of 44,
Scion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Metal Thangz,
Pantytec,
The Fire Engines,
Con Funk Shun,
Gabor Szabo,
The Residents,
Bronski Beat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nirvana,
Pussy Galore,
The Music Machine,
The Cure,
The Litter,
The Gladiators,
The Remains,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.