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 Liechtenstein and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Modern Lovers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Royal Trux,
Boredoms,
FM Einheit,
Anthony Braxton,
Letta Mbulu,
Shoche,
the Germs,
The Barracudas,
James White and The Blacks,
The United States of America,
Massinfluence,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
R.M.O.,
Robert Görl,
Dead Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quadrant,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Standells,
Dave Gahan,
Vladislav Delay,
Ronan,
Stiv Bators,
Nick Fraelich,
Glenn Branca,
The Busters,
Brick,
Rites of Spring,
Porter Ricks,
Byron Stingily,
Isaac Hayes,
Crooked Eye,
Dark Day,
Eric Copeland,
The Seeds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Outsiders,
Flipper,
The Saints,
Donald Byrd,
Nik Kershaw,
Scott Walker,
Goldenarms,
Hot Snakes,
Bronski Beat,
Fluxion,
Barry Ungar,
Youth Brigade,
Roy Ayers,
Chrome,
The Names,
The Alarm Clocks,
a-ha,
Mantronix,
Newcleus,
Neil Young,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
A Certain Ratio,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.