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 Iraq 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Bronski Beat to the grunge 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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
One Last Wish,
T.S.O.L.,
Radiohead,
kango's stein massive,
The United States of America,
Soul Sonic Force,
D'Angelo,
Matthew Halsall,
Susan Cadogan,
Scratch Acid,
Minny Pops,
Tommy Roe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scientists,
The Searchers,
DJ Style,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Delta 5,
Eden Ahbez,
The Invisible,
The Smiths,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thee Headcoats,
Jerry's Kids,
Monks,
Shuggie Otis,
Severed Heads,
Adolescents,
Pulsallama,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scrapy,
The Five Americans,
Camouflage,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Warren Ellis,
F. McDonald,
Althea and Donna,
AZ,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slits,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Slits,
Sixth Finger,
Supertramp,
Letta Mbulu,
Soft Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cheater Slicks,
Aaron Thompson,
The Victims,
Scott Walker,
Slave,
Sällskapet,
Isaac Hayes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth 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.