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 Cameroon and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Laurel Aitken to the electroclash 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stiv Bators,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Adolescents,
The New Christs,
The Names,
Sunsets and Hearts,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Das Ding,
Peter and Kerry,
Mo-Dettes,
Tres Demented,
Inner City,
Roy Ayers,
Vladislav Delay,
Rekid,
The Doors,
Symarip,
Sun Ra,
Hot Snakes,
Siglo XX,
Underground Resistance,
Hardrive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Country Teasers,
Donald Byrd,
AZ,
Jimmy McGriff,
Altered Images,
Sällskapet,
Iggy Pop,
H. Thieme,
Los Fastidios,
Pulsallama,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sugar Minott,
Lee Hazlewood,
Anthony Braxton,
Scrapy,
Godley & Creme,
The Misunderstood,
Cluster,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed,
Ponytail,
Desert Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
Bluetip,
Gang Starr,
Bootsy Collins,
Loose Ends,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Moody Blues,
Tom Boy,
Faraquet,
Fad Gadget,
The Knickerbockers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.