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 China 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin 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 Arthur Verocai to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Görl,
Los Fastidios,
Barrington Levy,
Thee Headcoats,
Eli Mardock,
Technova,
Cal Tjader,
Sparks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fuzztones,
Arcadia,
James White and The Blacks,
the Soft Cell,
Moebius,
Brothers Johnson,
Scrapy,
Ronnie Foster,
Supertramp,
Clear Light,
Derrick Morgan,
Metal Thangz,
The Black Dice,
Bootsy Collins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joyce Sims,
Niagra,
Crime,
48th St. Collective,
Camberwell Now,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Remains,
Simply Red,
Sun City Girls,
Brick,
Massinfluence,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New Age Steppers,
Country Teasers,
The Invisible,
Pussy Galore,
Sight & Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yaz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bad Manners,
Kerri Chandler,
Sex Pistols,
Warsaw,
Shoche,
Main Source,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Average White Band,
Trumans Water,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.