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 United Kingdom and from Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Lou Reed 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 Marmalade to the techno 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vainqueur,
Organ,
Nirvana,
The J.B.'s,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barry Ungar,
Steve Hackett,
E-Dancer,
Nils Olav,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quantec,
Marine Girls,
The Slits,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Franke,
The Trojans,
Soft Cell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Little Man,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Icehouse,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nick Fraelich,
Tommy Roe,
Eden Ahbez,
It's A Beautiful Day,
AZ,
Barclay James Harvest,
Au Pairs,
Cameo,
Shuggie Otis,
The Wake,
Television,
The Zeros,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fuzztones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Technova,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Saints,
Alison Limerick,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joy Division,
The Toasters,
48th St. Collective,
Smog,
Amon Düül,
Pussy Galore,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare,
the Slits,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
UT,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Throbbing Gristle,
Drive Like Jehu,
Maurizio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.