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 Saudi Arabia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Average White Band,
Moby Grape,
Camberwell Now,
Hot Snakes,
These Immortal Souls,
Joy Division,
The Velvet Underground,
H. Thieme,
The Tremeloes,
Skaos,
Faraquet,
Tommy Roe,
The Smiths,
Gregory Isaacs,
Parry Music,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Moon,
Clear Light,
Bronski Beat,
The Fortunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Moleskins,
Von Mondo,
Procol Harum,
DJ Sneak,
Reuben Wilson,
Morten Harket,
Maurizio,
Jerry's Kids,
the Human League,
Infiniti,
MC5,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Saints,
FM Einheit,
Banda Bassotti,
Pantytec,
Section 25,
Jacob Miller,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arab on Radar,
Max Romeo,
The Misunderstood,
Bizarre Inc.,
Don Cherry,
Circle Jerks,
David McCallum,
the Sonics,
Scott Walker,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dirtbombs,
The Electric Prunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mojo Men,
Rod Modell,
Alison Limerick,
Barrington Levy,
The Dead C,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.