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 Samoa and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
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 guitar 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 Supertramp to the disco 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
The Divine Comedy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Warren Ellis,
Babytalk,
Al Stewart,
Unrelated Segments,
Arthur Verocai,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Wyatt,
Sällskapet,
Theoretical Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Moby Grape,
Ituana,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Holt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camberwell Now,
Moss Icon,
Guru Guru,
The Five Americans,
Black Bananas,
Vainqueur,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dark Day,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hardrive,
The Busters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Music Machine,
Iggy Pop,
Bronski Beat,
John Cale,
Gichy Dan,
Cheater Slicks,
Japan,
Scratch Acid,
Vladislav Delay,
Howard Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sparks,
Trumans Water,
X-Ray Spex,
Blossom Toes,
Mr. Review,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Angry Samoans,
EPMD,
Gang Green,
Young Marble Giants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Maurizio,
Jacob Miller,
Aloha Tigers,
Lakeside,
The Tremeloes,
The Selecter,
Bill Near,
Das Ding,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.