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 Sri Lanka and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Alphaville to the rock 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Dirtbombs,
Laurel Aitken,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crispy Ambulance,
Prince Buster,
Idris Muhammad,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gong,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bluetip,
Bang On A Can,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hashim,
the Normal,
UT,
Quando Quango,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aswad,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pussy Galore,
Brothers Johnson,
Deepchord,
Glenn Branca,
Lyres,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Max Romeo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Techniques,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pole,
X-101,
Minor Threat,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric Copeland,
Bronski Beat,
Isaac Hayes,
Skarface,
Rekid,
Nik Kershaw,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Görl,
Barry Ungar,
This Heat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bush Tetras,
The Red Krayola,
Tomorrow,
ABC,
JFA,
Pere Ubu,
Youth Brigade,
Black Moon,
Silicon Teens,
Tears for Fears,
E-Dancer,
Pulsallama,
Nick Fraelich,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.