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 Monaco 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 48th St. Collective 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Interpol,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cameo,
Boredoms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eli Mardock,
Altered Images,
The Dirtbombs,
PIL,
Visage,
Junior Murvin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thee Headcoats,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Parrish,
Bang On A Can,
Peter & Gordon,
The Residents,
Vladislav Delay,
Brass Construction,
Tomorrow,
Echospace,
The Shadows of Knight,
June Days,
Soft Cell,
Kayak,
Minutemen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Duran Duran,
Tubeway Army,
Babytalk,
Shoche,
Roxette,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Das Ding,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cure,
Stetsasonic,
Yusef Lateef,
Jimmy McGriff,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Victims,
Mad Mike,
Symarip,
Surgeon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gong,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Wyatt,
Rekid,
Fat Boys,
R.M.O.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marmalade,
The Fuzztones,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.