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 Papua New Guinea and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Glenn Branca to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Panda Bear,
The Move,
Pussy Galore,
Slick Rick,
the Germs,
The Black Dice,
The Dirtbombs,
Cluster,
Toni Rubio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Freddie Wadling,
The Vogues,
Shoche,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lower 48,
Ronan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ituana,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
F. McDonald,
T.S.O.L.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Juan Atkins,
Groovy Waters,
The Toasters,
David McCallum,
Alison Limerick,
K-Klass,
Lindisfarne,
Black Moon,
Rapeman,
Wire,
Tears for Fears,
The Cowsills,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Von Mondo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chris Corsano,
Gichy Dan,
The Young Rascals,
Gang of Four,
Jacob Miller,
John Foxx,
Bootsy Collins,
The Golliwogs,
Tubeway Army,
Spandau Ballet,
Pantaleimon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Junior Murvin,
New Order,
The Monks,
Wolf Eyes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brothers Johnson,
The United States of America,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.