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 Belize and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 John Holt to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Grey Daturas,
Electric Prunes,
Newcleus,
Goldenarms,
Kaleidoscope,
Soulsonic Force,
Absolute Body Control,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bootsy Collins,
David Bowie,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
PIL,
Maurizio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ossler,
Deakin,
The Stooges,
Drive Like Jehu,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Womack,
Roger Hodgson,
Steve Hackett,
Gichy Dan,
Yellowson,
The Buckinghams,
Icehouse,
Tubeway Army,
Brand Nubian,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Grass Roots,
Desert Stars,
Prince Buster,
Mo-Dettes,
Sandy B,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Pus,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cramps,
Negative Approach,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fad Gadget,
Brass Construction,
Altered Images,
The Beau Brummels,
Cal Tjader,
Erasure,
Flash Fearless,
Simply Red,
Flamin' Groovies,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
FM Einheit,
A Flock of Seagulls,
World's Most,
Banda Bassotti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Carl Craig,
The Neon Judgement,
Bronski Beat,
Wally Richardson,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.