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 Equatorial Guinea 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Invisible to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
The Walker Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Warren Ellis,
Popol Vuh,
The Leaves,
AZ,
Connie Case,
The Residents,
June Days,
Mary Jane Girls,
MC5,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dorothy Ashby,
Michelle Simonal,
Lindisfarne,
Leonard Cohen,
Desert Stars,
Rotary Connection,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mantronix,
Man Parrish,
Eurythmics,
MDC,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Green,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pere Ubu,
The Selecter,
Archie Shepp,
Scion,
The Durutti Column,
X-101,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hot Snakes,
John Foxx,
Wire,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Raincoats,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Interpol,
China Crisis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mojo Men,
The Barracudas,
The Searchers,
Bronski Beat,
Harry Pussy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crooked Eye,
Simply Red,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Anthony Braxton,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun Ra,
The New Christs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Icehouse,
Accadde A,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.