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 Ghana and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
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 Dave Gahan to the rock 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Warren Ellis,
The Fortunes,
Amon Düül,
James White and The Blacks,
X-102,
Aural Exciters,
Eric Dolphy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Organ,
Gang Starr,
Alison Limerick,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scrapy,
Lou Christie,
Black Bananas,
Icehouse,
Drexciya,
Kool Moe Dee,
Morten Harket,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pylon,
Marine Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fuzztones,
Matthew Bourne,
Main Source,
Electric Prunes,
Arcadia,
Hoover,
Easy Going,
The Birthday Party,
Bootsy Collins,
Massinfluence,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Pus,
Iggy Pop,
The Music Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brothers Johnson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barbara Tucker,
Boredoms,
The Zeros,
Chrome,
the Normal,
DJ Sneak,
The Misunderstood,
The Gladiators,
Gastr Del Sol,
R.M.O.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Sonics,
Agitation Free,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Althea and Donna,
Sister Nancy,
Metal Thangz,
Malaria!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dawn Penn,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.