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 Korea South and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 David Bowie 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 H. Thieme to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Pole,
Eurythmics,
Lungfish,
Lou Christie,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott Heron,
Matthew Bourne,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeff Lynne,
Althea and Donna,
Joe Finger,
Arcadia,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ice-T,
Smog,
The Busters,
Second Layer,
Cheater Slicks,
Silicon Teens,
Chris Corsano,
Donald Byrd,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Parry Music,
Isaac Hayes,
The Smiths,
Index,
Todd Terry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Unwound,
The Cramps,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Buckinghams,
The Sisters of Mercy,
June Days,
The Misunderstood,
Wire,
Little Man,
The Dead C,
The Electric Prunes,
X-101,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Hood,
Eve St. Jones,
The Saints,
Quando Quango,
Mr. Review,
Agent Orange,
Drexciya,
Guru Guru,
Vladislav Delay,
Boogie Down Productions,
David McCallum,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cybotron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
Marvin Gaye,
Mo-Dettes,
Massinfluence,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.