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 Djibouti and from Philadelphia.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Bronski Beat to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Slave,
Theoretical Girls,
Infiniti,
Desert Stars,
B.T. Express,
Little Man,
Ohio Players,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Unrelated Segments,
Ossler,
Silicon Teens,
Cluster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barrington Levy,
Brothers Johnson,
Zapp,
Toni Rubio,
Guru Guru,
The Happenings,
Alison Limerick,
The Sonics,
The Electric Prunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kaleidoscope,
Surgeon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Danielle Patucci,
Barclay James Harvest,
Country Teasers,
Hashim,
The Slits,
Roxy Music,
DNA,
Liliput,
Maleditus Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sound Behaviour,
Drexciya,
Scion,
Suburban Knight,
T. Rex,
Livin' Joy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flash Fearless,
Sight & Sound,
Steve Hackett,
The Human League,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Germs,
Swell Maps,
The Red Krayola,
Harry Pussy,
OOIOO,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nirvana,
Byron Stingily,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Sherman,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.