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 Micronesia and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Happenings to the dance 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Nik Kershaw,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Kinks,
Sun Ra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Music Machine,
Blancmange,
The Golliwogs,
Laurel Aitken,
Ornette Coleman,
Country Teasers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scan 7,
The Evens,
Althea and Donna,
Wolf Eyes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boz Scaggs,
Moby Grape,
Grauzone,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Danielle Patucci,
Amazonics,
These Immortal Souls,
T.S.O.L.,
The Buckinghams,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jawbox,
Aswad,
Bang On A Can,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Television Personalities,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Doors,
The Velvet Underground,
Quantec,
Bobby Womack,
Lungfish,
Eddi Front,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ronnie Foster,
Kenny Larkin,
The Durutti Column,
Minny Pops,
Parry Music,
Anthony Braxton,
Tres Demented,
Isaac Hayes,
Little Man,
Japan,
Neu!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stereo Dub,
Clear Light,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.