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 Lesotho and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Golliwogs to the rock 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Suicide,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radio Birdman,
Warsaw,
The Cure,
Second Layer,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Q and Not U,
Tubeway Army,
John Foxx,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eurythmics,
48th St. Collective,
Buzzcocks,
T. Rex,
John Coltrane,
The Cramps,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blossom Toes,
Sarah Menescal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Youth Brigade,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
James White and The Blacks,
The Happenings,
Marc Almond,
EPMD,
Scott Walker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dual Sessions,
Bill Wells,
Bluetip,
Khruangbin,
Sparks,
The Walker Brothers,
Rakim,
Subhumans,
Barrington Levy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
AZ,
Make Up,
Mary Jane Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Leonard Cohen,
Das Ding,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Names,
X-102,
Albert Ayler,
Suburban Knight,
Mandrill,
Graham Central Station,
Drexciya,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.