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 Brunei and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 The Names to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Nirvana,
Aswad,
Mark Hollis,
Guru Guru,
Adolescents,
Icehouse,
Joey Negro,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
OOIOO,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pierre Henry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Los Fastidios,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Alarm Clocks,
Todd Rundgren,
Camberwell Now,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Neon Judgement,
Sam Rivers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeff Lynne,
Suicide,
The Selecter,
Swell Maps,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kool Moe Dee,
Michelle Simonal,
B.T. Express,
Japan,
Al Stewart,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Pussy Galore,
The Monks,
Babytalk,
Metal Thangz,
John Coltrane,
Animal Collective,
The Durutti Column,
In Retrospect,
The Stooges,
Yazoo,
The Blackbyrds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
The Index,
Rotary Connection,
Basic Channel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Accadde A,
Steve Hackett,
Jacques Brel,
The Martian,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare,
Soft Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mantronix,
Fluxion,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.