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 Finland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Franke to the grime 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Chris Corsano,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gichy Dan,
Godley & Creme,
Bad Manners,
The Pop Group,
Con Funk Shun,
B.T. Express,
Graham Central Station,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Womack,
The Velvet Underground,
The Techniques,
Oblivians,
Yellowson,
T. Rex,
La Düsseldorf,
Wings,
The Neon Judgement,
Sexual Harrassment,
Outsiders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Desert Stars,
Cybotron,
DJ Style,
The Victims,
Michelle Simonal,
PIL,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moss Icon,
Roger Hodgson,
Talk Talk,
Reagan Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mr. Review,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stetsasonic,
Minutemen,
Eve St. Jones,
Man Parrish,
Glenn Branca,
Judy Mowatt,
Von Mondo,
Newcleus,
Rotary Connection,
Aural Exciters,
Harmonia,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Section 25,
Urselle,
The Black Dice,
Yusef Lateef,
The New Christs,
the Swans,
Ohio Players,
Bronski Beat,
Grey Daturas,
Country Teasers,
The Associates,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.