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 Comoros and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Bronski Beat to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Stooges,
Amon Düül,
Basic Channel,
Motorama,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Young Rascals,
Fluxion,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Sherman,
The Beau Brummels,
Urselle,
Pussy Galore,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Hood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pere Ubu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Matthew Bourne,
Terry Callier,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skriet,
The New Christs,
Black Pus,
Patti Smith,
Quadrant,
Subhumans,
The Leaves,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roxy Music,
Mr. Review,
Archie Shepp,
Danielle Patucci,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
One Last Wish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Godley & Creme,
Parry Music,
These Immortal Souls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
La Düsseldorf,
Moebius,
Cluster,
Ultravox,
Hoover,
CMW,
Neil Young,
Jandek,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lightning Bolt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fugs,
Hasil Adkins,
Radio Birdman,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Normal,
Sam Rivers,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.