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 Botswana and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Smiths to the techno 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bob Dylan,
Tubeway Army,
Metal Thangz,
Laurel Aitken,
Soul II Soul,
ABBA,
The Count Five,
The Evens,
Blossom Toes,
Rapeman,
Clear Light,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun City Girls,
Don Cherry,
Soulsonic Force,
Chris & Cosey,
The Smoke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Searchers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pagans,
10cc,
Motorama,
The Stooges,
Joensuu 1685,
Wolf Eyes,
Absolute Body Control,
Suburban Knight,
Kevin Saunderson,
DJ Style,
Donald Byrd,
Kenny Larkin,
a-ha,
Banda Bassotti,
Basic Channel,
The Durutti Column,
Ituana,
Stiv Bators,
R.M.O.,
The Buckinghams,
Magma,
Dawn Penn,
The Fuzztones,
The Smiths,
Tommy Roe,
Rufus Thomas,
Au Pairs,
The Motions,
Bronski Beat,
Althea and Donna,
Aswad,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Interpol,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.