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 Swaziland and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Crooked Eye to the electroclash 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Metal Thangz,
Fatback Band,
the Soft Cell,
Man Parrish,
The New Christs,
Nirvana,
The Monochrome Set,
Malaria!,
Chrome,
Clear Light,
Theoretical Girls,
Can,
Pagans,
Nick Fraelich,
Smog,
Cecil Taylor,
Barbara Tucker,
The Grass Roots,
The Velvet Underground,
Wally Richardson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ituana,
LL Cool J,
Pylon,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quando Quango,
Scratch Acid,
Pierre Henry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Slick Rick,
Steve Hackett,
Crooked Eye,
Peter and Kerry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Circle Jerks,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sonics,
The Saints,
ABC,
Wasted Youth,
The Black Dice,
The Evens,
Delon & Dalcan,
Second Layer,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Severed Heads,
Ultravox,
CMW,
the Association,
Livin' Joy,
James White and The Blacks,
Soft Machine,
New York Dolls,
Deakin,
The Walker Brothers,
Davy DMX,
Magma,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.