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 Niger and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Sound Behaviour to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Heaven 17,
Idris Muhammad,
Desert Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Anthony Braxton,
Goldenarms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
China Crisis,
The Barracudas,
Lower 48,
ABBA,
Kenny Larkin,
Agent Orange,
Delta 5,
Bluetip,
Country Teasers,
Faraquet,
New York Dolls,
Kayak,
Black Bananas,
The Moleskins,
The Selecter,
June Days,
the Normal,
Second Layer,
The Count Five,
Tomorrow,
The Buckinghams,
Jerry's Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Basic Channel,
Gong,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terry Callier,
Freddie Wadling,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Motorama,
Easy Going,
The Trojans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Don Cherry,
Todd Rundgren,
Jawbox,
Lindisfarne,
Sex Pistols,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Khruangbin,
Wasted Youth,
Procol Harum,
the Bar-Kays,
Popol Vuh,
Joe Finger,
Morten Harket,
Ossler,
David Bowie,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.