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 Greece 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Buckinghams to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bill Near,
Niagra,
DJ Style,
The Count Five,
Max Romeo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scan 7,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grauzone,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eddi Front,
Au Pairs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stockholm Monsters,
Laurel Aitken,
Man Parrish,
Black Bananas,
Pylon,
The Moody Blues,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
ABC,
Patti Smith,
The Fugs,
Archie Shepp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Icehouse,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stiv Bators,
Neil Young,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Starr,
The Misunderstood,
Simply Red,
Loose Ends,
The Slackers,
Fear,
Rakim,
June of 44,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kerri Chandler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Agitation Free,
E-Dancer,
Mars,
The Blues Magoos,
Mandrill,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-101,
Massinfluence,
The Cowsills,
Young Marble Giants,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.