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 Maldives and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Derrick May,
Brick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Y Pants,
Dead Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Joyce Sims,
Jeff Mills,
June of 44,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erasure,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sam Rivers,
The Monochrome Set,
Fatback Band,
Erykah Badu,
Stereo Dub,
Average White Band,
Cymande,
Altered Images,
Neu!,
Bootsy Collins,
The Slackers,
Jesper Dahlback,
kango's stein massive,
The American Breed,
Porter Ricks,
Circle Jerks,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cramps,
Graham Central Station,
Jandek,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Essential Logic,
MDC,
The Motions,
Minutemen,
Connie Case,
Talk Talk,
The Victims,
The Real Kids,
Fela Kuti,
Quando Quango,
Von Mondo,
Anakelly,
Arcadia,
Maurizio,
Absolute Body Control,
Public Enemy,
the Swans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fat Boys,
Marc Almond,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nils Olav,
Depeche Mode,
Bronski Beat,
June Days,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.