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 Uruguay and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Hot Snakes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Erykah Badu,
Davy DMX,
Al Stewart,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chris & Cosey,
The Seeds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pantytec,
Gong,
Can,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Slave,
The Residents,
Average White Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Womack,
Bluetip,
Scrapy,
Wings,
Wire,
Bronski Beat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brand Nubian,
Alphaville,
Dark Day,
Connie Case,
Terry Callier,
cv313,
the Human League,
John Foxx,
A Certain Ratio,
Excepter,
The Real Kids,
The Leaves,
Subhumans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thompson Twins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Leonard Cohen,
Pussy Galore,
The Mojo Men,
Warren Ellis,
Byron Stingily,
the Bar-Kays,
Freddie Wadling,
The Golliwogs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra,
Ludus,
Rufus Thomas,
Charles Mingus,
The Dirtbombs,
PIL,
Zapp,
Rotary Connection,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Hood,
The Smoke,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.