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 Madagascar and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 Bluetip 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Wally Richardson,
a-ha,
The Moleskins,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Moon,
Gong,
Dorothy Ashby,
Darondo,
Robert Görl,
Soulsonic Force,
Terry Callier,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dead Boys,
Max Romeo,
Spoonie Gee,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Throbbing Gristle,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grey Daturas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Suburban Knight,
Nirvana,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Trojans,
Amon Düül,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cluster,
Drexciya,
Yazoo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Popol Vuh,
Judy Mowatt,
Echospace,
CMW,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Groovy Waters,
Ponytail,
Y Pants,
Minutemen,
Boz Scaggs,
Dennis Brown,
The Standells,
Talk Talk,
The Pretty Things,
Radiohead,
The Doors,
Carl Craig,
Yusef Lateef,
Loose Ends,
The Black Dice,
Black Pus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quadrant,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harmonia,
Rod Modell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.