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 Yemen and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cure to the disco 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Trumans Water,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roy Ayers,
Pere Ubu,
Panda Bear,
Q65,
World's Most,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
In Retrospect,
Flamin' Groovies,
Warren Ellis,
Von Mondo,
Al Stewart,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Make Up,
Mad Mike,
This Heat,
Absolute Body Control,
Unrelated Segments,
Scan 7,
Ten City,
Jerry's Kids,
Neu!,
B.T. Express,
Oblivians,
Zapp,
Schoolly D,
Colin Newman,
Joyce Sims,
Symarip,
Aswad,
The Blues Magoos,
Altered Images,
The Busters,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Easy Going,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Buckinghams,
Steve Hackett,
EPMD,
Shuggie Otis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wings,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Y Pants,
Angry Samoans,
Kayak,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Theoretical Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Inner City,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Invisible,
June Days,
Harry Pussy,
ABBA,
The Velvet Underground,
Michelle Simonal,
John Lydon,
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.