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 Fiji and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 John Foxx to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Zapp,
Avey Tare,
Wasted Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Underground Resistance,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pantytec,
Robert Hood,
Lakeside,
Deadbeat,
Amon Düül,
Black Bananas,
Chrome,
Hashim,
Accadde A,
Ultra Naté,
Lucky Dragons,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Albert Ayler,
Warsaw,
Bootsy Collins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Donald Byrd,
Harry Pussy,
Clear Light,
the Soft Cell,
Hasil Adkins,
The United States of America,
The Knickerbockers,
Moebius,
Quando Quango,
Sister Nancy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Monks,
Bauhaus,
Cybotron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Wyatt,
Organ,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lightning Bolt,
Sound Behaviour,
Infiniti,
The Electric Prunes,
The Victims,
Josef K,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skarface,
Au Pairs,
The Golliwogs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Q65,
June of 44,
Grey Daturas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camouflage,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.