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 Brazil and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 H. Thieme to the grime 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nik Kershaw,
Freddie Wadling,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Star Department,
The Gories,
Y Pants,
Marshall Jefferson,
Groovy Waters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Althea and Donna,
Gang of Four,
Moss Icon,
The Velvet Underground,
Roger Hodgson,
Grauzone,
The Dead C,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Archie Shepp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
MC5,
Echospace,
Sandy B,
The Raincoats,
Faust,
Dorothy Ashby,
T.S.O.L.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dennis Brown,
Banda Bassotti,
Fat Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sex Pistols,
Cybotron,
Visage,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Litter,
The Saints,
Ultimate Spinach,
H. Thieme,
the Normal,
Average White Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Pussy Galore,
Liliput,
World's Most,
Camouflage,
Scrapy,
Japan,
Negative Approach,
The Monks,
Byron Stingily,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dark Day,
Bronski Beat,
Dawn Penn,
Neil Young,
cv313,
Be Bop Deluxe,
A Certain Ratio,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.