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 Swaziland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Bill Near,
John Lydon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang of Four,
Alison Limerick,
Icehouse,
The Cramps,
B.T. Express,
Mr. Review,
Roger Hodgson,
The Blackbyrds,
Intrusion,
Buzzcocks,
Bizarre Inc.,
JFA,
Bush Tetras,
Byron Stingily,
Brothers Johnson,
Bang On A Can,
Hoover,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gories,
Nick Fraelich,
Sarah Menescal,
ABBA,
The Fire Engines,
Skarface,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Toasters,
Whodini,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arthur Verocai,
This Heat,
New York Dolls,
The J.B.'s,
Q65,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Sheep,
the Sonics,
Deadbeat,
K-Klass,
Cal Tjader,
Pierre Henry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Holt,
The Buckinghams,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott Heron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ituana,
Country Teasers,
Pussy Galore,
Thee Headcoats,
Make Up,
Cameo,
Crooked Eye,
The Standells,
Scientists,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.