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 Serbia and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pretty Things to the grunge 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
This Heat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Groovy Waters,
Hot Snakes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Wake,
Prince Buster,
KRS-One,
Reuben Wilson,
Public Enemy,
Marc Almond,
The Barracudas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
10cc,
Nico,
Gregory Isaacs,
Funky Four + One,
Vladislav Delay,
The Doors,
Little Man,
Sam Rivers,
Piero Umiliani,
Gerry Rafferty,
Essential Logic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Faraquet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yusef Lateef,
Yazoo,
Moss Icon,
Eric Dolphy,
Blake Baxter,
The Real Kids,
Thompson Twins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cheater Slicks,
Jawbox,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tom Boy,
Wings,
Morten Harket,
Zapp,
Massinfluence,
Scratch Acid,
Hasil Adkins,
Country Teasers,
Brick,
Au Pairs,
Can,
Jacob Miller,
The Velvet Underground,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Echospace,
Quantec,
Flipper,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Residents,
Silicon Teens,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Khruangbin,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.