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 Sweden and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Crash Course in Science to the punk 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani 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?
The Dave Clark Five,
Talk Talk,
Barbara Tucker,
Bang On A Can,
Warsaw,
Agitation Free,
Simply Red,
Scan 7,
T.S.O.L.,
Bootsy Collins,
Faraquet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Remains,
Delta 5,
Morten Harket,
Pere Ubu,
Rekid,
Motorama,
UT,
Todd Rundgren,
Blake Baxter,
David Bowie,
The United States of America,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flash Fearless,
Arab on Radar,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ronan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Godley & Creme,
Matthew Halsall,
Kurtis Blow,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sonics,
Youth Brigade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gabor Szabo,
Half Japanese,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
Clear Light,
The Dirtbombs,
Loose Ends,
The Gun Club,
James White and The Blacks,
Michelle Simonal,
Girls At Our Best!,
Man Eating Sloth,
Patti Smith,
Television,
Eric Dolphy,
Pierre Henry,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.