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 Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bronski Beat to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New York Dolls,
Skaos,
Moss Icon,
The New Christs,
The Raincoats,
B.T. Express,
Sonic Youth,
Altered Images,
Junior Murvin,
Stockholm Monsters,
David Bowie,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tubeway Army,
Stiv Bators,
Harry Pussy,
The Saints,
The Gories,
ABBA,
cv313,
Jacob Miller,
Susan Cadogan,
The Star Department,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pantaleimon,
Qualms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deadbeat,
Reagan Youth,
PIL,
Franke,
Todd Rundgren,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rosa Yemen,
Television,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Bush Tetras,
L. Decosne,
Sister Nancy,
Easy Going,
This Heat,
Wasted Youth,
Suburban Knight,
The Toasters,
Joy Division,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moby Grape,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Bar-Kays,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kayak,
The Dave Clark Five,
Banda Bassotti,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.