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 Nepal and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Rapeman to the crunk 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eurythmics,
Qualms,
Electric Prunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Juan Atkins,
Neil Young,
The Angels of Light,
Pierre Henry,
Joe Finger,
Rakim,
Wolf Eyes,
EPMD,
Tubeway Army,
Arthur Verocai,
Pulsallama,
James White and The Blacks,
Make Up,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Bananas,
Eddi Front,
Bob Dylan,
The Gap Band,
Yellowson,
Nico,
The Martian,
D'Angelo,
Supertramp,
Soulsonic Force,
The Residents,
Angry Samoans,
Todd Terry,
Monolake,
Gang Gang Dance,
Interpol,
Panda Bear,
Aural Exciters,
Pere Ubu,
Ohio Players,
Symarip,
Iggy Pop,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Accadde A,
The Searchers,
Sight & Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Seeds,
The Sound,
Mr. Review,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
In Retrospect,
Ice-T,
T. Rex,
Buzzcocks,
Jerry's Kids,
Radio Birdman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Germs,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.