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 Yemen and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Ultimate Spinach to the dance 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
The Kinks,
Heaven 17,
Joy Division,
Soft Cell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nick Fraelich,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dead Boys,
Al Stewart,
Donny Hathaway,
Wings,
Subhumans,
Davy DMX,
Junior Murvin,
Todd Rundgren,
Bad Manners,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alphaville,
Sonic Youth,
ABC,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Trojans,
Bush Tetras,
Negative Approach,
Motorama,
The Move,
Rufus Thomas,
Sugar Minott,
The Toasters,
Don Cherry,
Chris Corsano,
Sexual Harrassment,
Audionom,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
MC5,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
B.T. Express,
Royal Trux,
Swell Maps,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fortunes,
The Monochrome Set,
The Smiths,
Organ,
Eden Ahbez,
Joey Negro,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Delta 5,
Blake Baxter,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Human League,
The Red Krayola,
The United States of America,
Judy Mowatt,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.