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 Netherlands and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Moleskins to the grunge 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
The Doors,
Los Fastidios,
Severed Heads,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David McCallum,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Victims,
Index,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gladiators,
The Cowsills,
Smog,
Black Moon,
Au Pairs,
Arab on Radar,
Bad Manners,
CMW,
Scratch Acid,
Shuggie Otis,
Cybotron,
Parry Music,
Rod Modell,
Dark Day,
Matthew Halsall,
David Bowie,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fela Kuti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ohio Players,
Visage,
The Last Poets,
Sam Rivers,
The Motions,
10cc,
Brand Nubian,
The Seeds,
AZ,
Pagans,
Mo-Dettes,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Germs,
The Fire Engines,
Loose Ends,
Godley & Creme,
Dennis Brown,
Mark Hollis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eve St. Jones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hot Snakes,
Sonic Youth,
Slick Rick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Graham Central Station,
The Gun Club,
Althea and Donna,
Fad Gadget,
Bob Dylan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo 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.