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 Ecuador and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar 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 Babytalk to the punk 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Godley & Creme,
Goldenarms,
Organ,
Anakelly,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nick Fraelich,
Clear Light,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stiv Bators,
Technova,
The Young Rascals,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eddi Front,
D'Angelo,
Monolake,
Pulsallama,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun Ra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thompson Twins,
R.M.O.,
Wolf Eyes,
Steve Hackett,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Modern Lovers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Shoche,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ludus,
Nils Olav,
Faust,
Arcadia,
Sällskapet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cowsills,
Nico,
The Monks,
Can,
Silicon Teens,
Hoover,
Vladislav Delay,
the Germs,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Blackbyrds,
Scratch Acid,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalann,
Q65,
Q and Not U,
Gang Starr,
Glambeats Corp.,
Laurel Aitken,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pantaleimon,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.