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 Chad and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Peter and Kerry to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Gichy Dan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lyres,
the Germs,
Johnny Clarke,
Sonic Youth,
Malaria!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Doors,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thompson Twins,
Laurel Aitken,
Steve Hackett,
the Sonics,
Unwound,
Infiniti,
Erasure,
Gang Gang Dance,
Trumans Water,
Alison Limerick,
Anakelly,
Sugar Minott,
Sällskapet,
The Techniques,
Janne Schatter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Buzzcocks,
Sandy B,
Ronan,
Main Source,
Depeche Mode,
The Wake,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Index,
Leonard Cohen,
Das Ding,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Underground Resistance,
The Shadows of Knight,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Duran Duran,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bob Dylan,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Slits,
Crash Course in Science,
U.S. Maple,
Jeff Mills,
The Cramps,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blossom Toes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Letta Mbulu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.