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 Algeria and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Theoretical Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
The Walker Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Eden Ahbez,
Quantec,
Amon Düül,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric Dolphy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter and Kerry,
Eve St. Jones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Y Pants,
Monks,
Chrome,
Echospace,
L. Decosne,
Popol Vuh,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mo-Dettes,
Malaria!,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bronski Beat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Spoonie Gee,
Pantytec,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Real Kids,
Infiniti,
Yellowson,
Easy Going,
James White and The Blacks,
Desert Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Spandau Ballet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agitation Free,
Danielle Patucci,
Roxette,
Youth Brigade,
The Cowsills,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Slits,
New York Dolls,
The Gladiators,
Funky Four + One,
Steve Hackett,
X-102,
The Tremeloes,
Smog,
Theoretical Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aaron Thompson,
Clear Light,
Nico,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fad Gadget,
Newcleus,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.