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 Gabon and from Winnipeg.
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 London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Saccharine Trust to the grime 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Robert Wyatt,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Human League,
The Birthday Party,
Soul II Soul,
X-101,
Tropical Tobacco,
Symarip,
Fela Kuti,
Clear Light,
The Zeros,
Lou Christie,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Invisible,
Wasted Youth,
Gichy Dan,
Cybotron,
Graham Central Station,
The Fuzztones,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mojo Men,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Blues Magoos,
The Human League,
DNA,
The Selecter,
Wolf Eyes,
Grey Daturas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Drexciya,
Erasure,
Bronski Beat,
Blossom Toes,
The Index,
Moby Grape,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terry Callier,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Slits,
Vainqueur,
Eve St. Jones,
Mantronix,
Bobbi Humphrey,
cv313,
Fluxion,
Delta 5,
Eli Mardock,
The Gories,
The Buckinghams,
DJ Style,
The Star Department,
AZ,
Isaac Hayes,
Marvin Gaye,
Reagan Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bill Wells,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sex Pistols,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.