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 Mexico and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 La Düsseldorf to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bill Near,
Mary Jane Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Pagans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Spoonie Gee,
Fugazi,
Agent Orange,
The Index,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grauzone,
Arthur Verocai,
Procol Harum,
Ohio Players,
Eve St. Jones,
Minny Pops,
Adolescents,
Tropical Tobacco,
Maurizio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
U.S. Maple,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brass Construction,
Loose Ends,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Foxx,
Ituana,
Minutemen,
Visage,
Nation of Ulysses,
Graham Central Station,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ossler,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed,
Bizarre Inc.,
Niagra,
The Searchers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Althea and Donna,
Moebius,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nas,
The Music Machine,
The Gun Club,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Heaven 17,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare,
Matthew Halsall,
H. Thieme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Zapp,
Roy Ayers,
Rites of Spring,
Parry Music,
OOIOO,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.