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 Algeria and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Michael McDonald 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 Fear to the rock 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
The Mojo Men,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultra Naté,
Eden Ahbez,
The Busters,
Au Pairs,
Eli Mardock,
Camouflage,
Marcia Griffiths,
Shuggie Otis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Trumans Water,
Brick,
Silicon Teens,
Rekid,
Amon Düül,
Suburban Knight,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alton Ellis,
These Immortal Souls,
Lalann,
The United States of America,
Eurythmics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Magma,
Surgeon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Godley & Creme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
D'Angelo,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Pretty Things,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blossom Toes,
Patti Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marc Almond,
Aswad,
Model 500,
The Index,
Janne Schatter,
The Searchers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thee Headcoats,
The Neon Judgement,
MDC,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Pop Group,
The Motions,
The Blackbyrds,
Fad Gadget,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.