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 Paris.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 Half Japanese to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moby Grape,
Swans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yaz,
Model 500,
Lucky Dragons,
Grandmaster Flash,
Absolute Body Control,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nils Olav,
Electric Prunes,
Sugar Minott,
Patti Smith,
Eric Copeland,
Amon Düül,
The Moleskins,
Faraquet,
Nick Fraelich,
Infiniti,
the Association,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gichy Dan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Prince Buster,
Kerri Chandler,
Ponytail,
L. Decosne,
Fat Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neu!,
MC5,
Boredoms,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Byrd,
Niagra,
Audionom,
Bad Manners,
Little Man,
Accadde A,
Neil Young,
The Residents,
Livin' Joy,
Connie Case,
Main Source,
The Slits,
Bronski Beat,
The Misunderstood,
Basic Channel,
Matthew Halsall,
Swell Maps,
Ituana,
Pantytec,
T.S.O.L.,
OOIOO,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Foxx,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.