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 Eritrea 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tubeway Army to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Byrd,
Neil Young,
Goldenarms,
Guru Guru,
Easy Going,
Q and Not U,
Smog,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deadbeat,
The Toasters,
Don Cherry,
Magazine,
Hardrive,
Aswad,
Quantec,
The Blues Magoos,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crime,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arthur Verocai,
Bronski Beat,
Metal Thangz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funkadelic,
Eurythmics,
Barrington Levy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vladislav Delay,
Audionom,
Intrusion,
Kurtis Blow,
Pere Ubu,
Kevin Saunderson,
A Certain Ratio,
The Litter,
Pierre Henry,
Joyce Sims,
Tim Buckley,
Quadrant,
Das Ding,
The Pop Group,
Nils Olav,
Depeche Mode,
Connie Case,
Pulsallama,
Traffic Nightmare,
Godley & Creme,
Flipper,
The Durutti Column,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nirvana,
Derrick Morgan,
Swell Maps,
Eric Copeland,
Joy Division,
the Slits,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.