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 Madagascar and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 The Real Kids to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Infiniti,
T.S.O.L.,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Loose Ends,
Y Pants,
This Heat,
The Music Machine,
Hashim,
Echospace,
Susan Cadogan,
Jeff Mills,
The Fugs,
Archie Shepp,
Cheater Slicks,
Moby Grape,
Cybotron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Litter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Faust,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fuzztones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bad Manners,
Urselle,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Desert Stars,
Black Pus,
The Techniques,
Glenn Branca,
Cymande,
Robert Görl,
La Düsseldorf,
PIL,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Procol Harum,
Eli Mardock,
John Foxx,
Magma,
The Grass Roots,
Davy DMX,
Easy Going,
Joey Negro,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Talk Talk,
The Selecter,
Pussy Galore,
Bronski Beat,
The Moleskins,
The Angels of Light,
Iggy Pop,
The Slits,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Christie,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.