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 Bolivia and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Modern Lovers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fire Engines,
Half Japanese,
Barrington Levy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Smoke,
Suicide,
Au Pairs,
KRS-One,
Livin' Joy,
Slick Rick,
Parry Music,
Bobby Womack,
T. Rex,
Jerry's Kids,
The Smiths,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hot Snakes,
E-Dancer,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Eurythmics,
John Coltrane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Monolake,
Gichy Dan,
a-ha,
Bizarre Inc.,
Simply Red,
Erasure,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hasil Adkins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skriet,
Intrusion,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Görl,
Country Teasers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Basic Channel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Matthew Halsall,
Ronan,
The Index,
Easy Going,
U.S. Maple,
Bronski Beat,
Grey Daturas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Siglo XX,
Amazonics,
The Fugs,
Public Enemy,
Bill Wells,
Outsiders,
Talk Talk,
The Techniques,
The Moody Blues,
Arcadia,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.