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 Bulgaria and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Seeds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Scott Walker,
Alphaville,
Rufus Thomas,
Delta 5,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sonic Youth,
The Misunderstood,
Mission of Burma,
The Monks,
Goldenarms,
Henry Cow,
Gang Starr,
The Doobie Brothers,
Monolake,
John Holt,
Nico,
Godley & Creme,
Nation of Ulysses,
Index,
Schoolly D,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Raincoats,
Ten City,
The Cure,
B.T. Express,
Half Japanese,
Quando Quango,
T.S.O.L.,
Zapp,
Clear Light,
Warsaw,
Ultra Naté,
The Angels of Light,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brick,
The Kinks,
Danielle Patucci,
FM Einheit,
Siglo XX,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Names,
Scratch Acid,
Can,
The Count Five,
Von Mondo,
Severed Heads,
Crooked Eye,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dirtbombs,
The Black Dice,
John Lydon,
Nils Olav,
Howard Jones,
Suicide,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fugazi,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ponytail,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.