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 Samoa and from Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Visage to the punk 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
The Angels of Light,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Q and Not U,
Fear,
the Soft Cell,
T.S.O.L.,
Lower 48,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Von Mondo,
Prince Buster,
Minor Threat,
The Move,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sugar Minott,
June Days,
Roxy Music,
The Techniques,
Delta 5,
Graham Central Station,
Make Up,
Donny Hathaway,
Hot Snakes,
Barry Ungar,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rites of Spring,
The Birthday Party,
Pagans,
China Crisis,
Marvin Gaye,
Ornette Coleman,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
This Heat,
The Index,
Jacob Miller,
CMW,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispy Ambulance,
Model 500,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Donald Byrd,
Barbara Tucker,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sonics,
Simply Red,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pantytec,
Agitation Free,
Kool Moe Dee,
FM Einheit,
The Human League,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.