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 Gambia and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 the Sonics 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Alphaville,
The Fortunes,
Moss Icon,
Ludus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tommy Roe,
The Kinks,
DJ Sneak,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nick Fraelich,
Rufus Thomas,
Fat Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Skarface,
Goldenarms,
Donald Byrd,
Supertramp,
Sparks,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott Heron,
Visage,
Absolute Body Control,
Essential Logic,
Arcadia,
Robert Hood,
Los Fastidios,
Skaos,
Sällskapet,
Bronski Beat,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Leaves,
Tubeway Army,
The Golliwogs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stereo Dub,
The Mummies,
Mark Hollis,
Youth Brigade,
Wally Richardson,
Underground Resistance,
James White and The Blacks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gichy Dan,
The Count Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Camberwell Now,
Cymande,
A Certain Ratio,
David Bowie,
H. Thieme,
Glenn Branca,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Popol Vuh,
The United States of America,
Easy Going,
Shoche,
Negative Approach,
The Fuzztones,
Pantytec,
Section 25,
Prince Buster,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.