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 Qatar 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the grime 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
The Durutti Column,
Subhumans,
John Coltrane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Associates,
The Moleskins,
Boredoms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
MDC,
Faraquet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radiohead,
Babytalk,
Bootsy Collins,
Stetsasonic,
Echospace,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soft Cell,
Minnie Riperton,
Sex Pistols,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ossler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Happenings,
Drexciya,
June Days,
Lindisfarne,
The Searchers,
Slave,
The Barracudas,
Black Bananas,
The Martian,
The Offenders,
The Seeds,
JFA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Siglo XX,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fortunes,
Peter & Gordon,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric Copeland,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Mantronix,
Liliput,
Half Japanese,
Suburban Knight,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kurtis Blow,
Carl Craig,
The Beau Brummels,
Little Man,
Yusef Lateef,
The Black Dice,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dark Day,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Modern Lovers,
Barry Ungar,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.