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 Andorra and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the techno 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Camouflage,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Swans,
Barbara Tucker,
X-102,
Neil Young,
Terrestrial Tones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joyce Sims,
DJ Sneak,
The Names,
The Beau Brummels,
Patti Smith,
Charles Mingus,
Mo-Dettes,
Make Up,
Faust,
The Seeds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Residents,
The Martian,
Second Layer,
The Misunderstood,
Amazonics,
Television Personalities,
Todd Terry,
Tears for Fears,
Ken Boothe,
Essential Logic,
Echospace,
Joensuu 1685,
Chris & Cosey,
Massinfluence,
Peter and Kerry,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Real Kids,
Radiohead,
The Cowsills,
T. Rex,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wolf Eyes,
June of 44,
The Black Dice,
Little Man,
Schoolly D,
X-101,
Vainqueur,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Young Rascals,
Lower 48,
The J.B.'s,
Television,
Avey Tare,
Smog,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Idris Muhammad,
Pylon,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.