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 Hungary 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Zero Boys to the grunge 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chrome,
Malaria!,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ten City,
the Slits,
the Association,
Tres Demented,
Crash Course in Science,
Anakelly,
Sexual Harrassment,
Unwound,
Flash Fearless,
AZ,
The Doors,
Isaac Hayes,
Minor Threat,
Lower 48,
Black Flag,
Fat Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Suburban Knight,
The Angels of Light,
The Cowsills,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Real Kids,
Byron Stingily,
Can,
Sixth Finger,
Neu!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Section 25,
The Cure,
Idris Muhammad,
Leonard Cohen,
Excepter,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Walker Brothers,
Nas,
Simply Red,
Camberwell Now,
Index,
Clear Light,
Erykah Badu,
Country Teasers,
Talk Talk,
Robert Hood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barry Ungar,
OOIOO,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
EPMD,
The Invisible,
Theoretical Girls,
Archie Shepp,
The Zeros,
Radio Birdman,
Mandrill,
Newcleus,
Fatback Band,
Kas Product,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.