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 Bangladesh 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
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 spring reverb 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 Tubeway Army to the techno 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Barbara Tucker,
New Order,
Godley & Creme,
Eurythmics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dual Sessions,
Zero Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Subhumans,
Rites of Spring,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alphaville,
The Remains,
Vladislav Delay,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Vogues,
David Bowie,
Bush Tetras,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lucky Dragons,
10cc,
Buzzcocks,
In Retrospect,
Man Parrish,
Al Stewart,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Con Funk Shun,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Michelle Simonal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Pus,
Silicon Teens,
DNA,
Blake Baxter,
Angry Samoans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fat Boys,
Jawbox,
Nick Fraelich,
Morten Harket,
Ohio Players,
Chris Corsano,
Y Pants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Depeche Mode,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eddi Front,
Outsiders,
Sun City Girls,
Lungfish,
Gang Starr,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nation of Ulysses,
The New Christs,
Black Moon,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.