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 Singapore and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bronski Beat to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
The Five Americans,
Archie Shepp,
PIL,
A Certain Ratio,
Visage,
Maurizio,
Donny Hathaway,
Fluxion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eve St. Jones,
Bill Wells,
Soft Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fire Engines,
Theoretical Girls,
Soft Cell,
Todd Terry,
MDC,
Liliput,
Franke,
Adolescents,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David Bowie,
Hoover,
The Black Dice,
World's Most,
Model 500,
The Techniques,
The Remains,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Byron Stingily,
Lindisfarne,
Lower 48,
Moebius,
Stereo Dub,
Scott Walker,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Don Cherry,
Malaria!,
Chrome,
Duran Duran,
Ken Boothe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Saints,
Pantaleimon,
Ice-T,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter and Kerry,
The Walker Brothers,
Wire,
The Star Department,
X-Ray Spex,
Mantronix,
Bang On A Can,
Guru Guru,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.