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 Russia and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Radio Birdman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Stereo Dub,
Grandmaster Flash,
Al Stewart,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fela Kuti,
Janne Schatter,
Vladislav Delay,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Pus,
Suburban Knight,
Danielle Patucci,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Leaves,
B.T. Express,
The Barracudas,
Jeff Lynne,
Country Teasers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lyres,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Davy DMX,
Quadrant,
Jeff Mills,
Sex Pistols,
The Seeds,
The Beau Brummels,
Rosa Yemen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eddi Front,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dave Gahan,
Pussy Galore,
La Düsseldorf,
The Happenings,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bronski Beat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Human League,
Minor Threat,
Mo-Dettes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stetsasonic,
Scientists,
Sandy B,
Silicon Teens,
Desert Stars,
Dennis Brown,
The Sonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kerrie Biddell,
Motorama,
The Gladiators,
Eve St. Jones,
Funky Four + One,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Hood,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.