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 Ivory Coast and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Bobby Sherman to the grunge 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
the Human League,
Grey Daturas,
Schoolly D,
48th St. Collective,
Severed Heads,
Niagra,
Funky Four + One,
U.S. Maple,
Quando Quango,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mission of Burma,
The Mojo Men,
The Pretty Things,
Sparks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Monks,
Ultravox,
the Normal,
Avey Tare,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun City Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Absolute Body Control,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wire,
Audionom,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Little Man,
Michelle Simonal,
Godley & Creme,
Susan Cadogan,
Mandrill,
The Five Americans,
The Cowsills,
Drive Like Jehu,
China Crisis,
Malaria!,
cv313,
Matthew Bourne,
Oneida,
The Misunderstood,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Star Department,
Magma,
Zapp,
Fear,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rufus Thomas,
Scientists,
Todd Rundgren,
Ludus,
Rosa Yemen,
Danielle Patucci,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.