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 Italy and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the linndrum 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 48th St. Collective to the disco 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-102,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Music Machine,
The Fuzztones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Funky Four + One,
Gong,
Jacob Miller,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Barracudas,
Babytalk,
Brothers Johnson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marmalade,
L. Decosne,
Albert Ayler,
Rufus Thomas,
Amon Düül,
The Gap Band,
48th St. Collective,
Big Daddy Kane,
Audionom,
The Divine Comedy,
Archie Shepp,
Glenn Branca,
Lucky Dragons,
Ohio Players,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Saints,
Little Man,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moby Grape,
Youth Brigade,
Dave Gahan,
Pulsallama,
Delta 5,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
Carl Craig,
Depeche Mode,
MDC,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camberwell Now,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Pus,
Angry Samoans,
Second Layer,
The Cramps,
The Durutti Column,
Marine Girls,
The Associates,
This Heat,
Radio Birdman,
World's Most,
The Mojo Men,
The Wake,
Dead Boys,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.