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 El Salvador and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
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 harpsichord 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the electroclash 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skriet,
The Golliwogs,
World's Most,
Banda Bassotti,
Hoover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dual Sessions,
Pere Ubu,
Smog,
Visage,
Porter Ricks,
E-Dancer,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
This Heat,
The Gories,
Circle Jerks,
Angry Samoans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun City Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kaleidoscope,
Ken Boothe,
The Knickerbockers,
Soft Cell,
Lakeside,
Scrapy,
KRS-One,
Gastr Del Sol,
Simply Red,
The Associates,
Mantronix,
The Neon Judgement,
Sarah Menescal,
Intrusion,
Jimmy McGriff,
Excepter,
Das Ding,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camberwell Now,
Little Man,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Severed Heads,
Andrew Hill,
Lyres,
The Motions,
Whodini,
Slave,
The Flesh Eaters,
Accadde A,
The Music Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Newcleus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Steve Hackett,
Pussy Galore,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sugar Minott,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.