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 Vanuatu and from London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Fad Gadget to the dance 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Archie Shepp,
Crime,
Duran Duran,
Vainqueur,
Laurel Aitken,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Sherman,
Nik Kershaw,
Organ,
Dual Sessions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Howard Jones,
Colin Newman,
Kenny Larkin,
the Soft Cell,
Erykah Badu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Porter Ricks,
Lyres,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gories,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brass Construction,
Panda Bear,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Excepter,
Technova,
The Fugs,
Oneida,
The Moody Blues,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Adolescents,
Fluxion,
Marshall Jefferson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Green,
Yellowson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Whodini,
Dennis Brown,
New Age Steppers,
Al Stewart,
Amazonics,
Maurizio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Massinfluence,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Theoretical Girls,
Royal Trux,
The Pretty Things,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Knickerbockers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Das Ding,
One Last Wish,
The Human League,
Hashim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Country Teasers,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.