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 Ireland and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 Traffic Nightmare to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harry Pussy,
Unwound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Massinfluence,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eve St. Jones,
Susan Cadogan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
K-Klass,
Black Sheep,
Nick Fraelich,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chrome,
Ice-T,
Althea and Donna,
Mad Mike,
Mr. Review,
The Pop Group,
Cameo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ossler,
Sister Nancy,
Minny Pops,
Boz Scaggs,
Surgeon,
Ituana,
Flipper,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Metal Thangz,
Morten Harket,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Lydon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dave Gahan,
The Zeros,
Bobby Womack,
The Durutti Column,
OOIOO,
The Music Machine,
Brass Construction,
Bauhaus,
Zapp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun City Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Hoover,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Anakelly,
Radiohead,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marc Almond,
Lucky Dragons,
Dual Sessions,
Harmonia,
Wire,
MC5,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.