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 Tanzania and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Iggy Pop to the grunge 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Fatback Band,
The Sonics,
Qualms,
Dennis Brown,
Audionom,
Procol Harum,
Swans,
CMW,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neu!,
Jacob Miller,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Clear Light,
Make Up,
Matthew Halsall,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Organ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wasted Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scan 7,
The Modern Lovers,
Nico,
Connie Case,
Ituana,
FM Einheit,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aswad,
Pere Ubu,
New York Dolls,
Cybotron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DJ Sneak,
Marc Almond,
the Association,
Mandrill,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Green,
Alphaville,
Don Cherry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Byrd,
Yusef Lateef,
Sixth Finger,
Heaven 17,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sam Rivers,
Piero Umiliani,
Dave Gahan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Music Machine,
Tears for Fears,
Outsiders,
Bob Dylan,
The Index,
Patti Smith,
B.T. Express,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.