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 Haiti and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Talk Talk,
Ossler,
Fat Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
The Kinks,
Theoretical Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Henry Cow,
Cheater Slicks,
Parry Music,
Spandau Ballet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dorothy Ashby,
Motorama,
Popol Vuh,
Sex Pistols,
Delon & Dalcan,
Idris Muhammad,
Matthew Bourne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nirvana,
Blake Baxter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skaos,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wire,
Grey Daturas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Faust,
Kool Moe Dee,
Althea and Donna,
Radio Birdman,
The Move,
Archie Shepp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Howard Jones,
Max Romeo,
Goldenarms,
The Trojans,
Rekid,
Swans,
The Fire Engines,
Harry Pussy,
the Human League,
The New Christs,
Niagra,
Deadbeat,
Stiv Bators,
Graham Central Station,
Johnny Clarke,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric B and Rakim,
Connie Case,
R.M.O.,
Tom Boy,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.