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 Czech Republic and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Bronski Beat to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vainqueur,
Rapeman,
Newcleus,
Alton Ellis,
Spandau Ballet,
Babytalk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gap Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Searchers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fear,
Amon Düül II,
Thee Headcoats,
The Wake,
Pylon,
Mary Jane Girls,
World's Most,
cv313,
Josef K,
Bush Tetras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dead Boys,
The Gories,
Khruangbin,
Wally Richardson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blake Baxter,
Suicide,
Technova,
Sex Pistols,
Warren Ellis,
Neu!,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Banda Bassotti,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Saints,
Eve St. Jones,
Electric Prunes,
Matthew Bourne,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Five Americans,
Lower 48,
The Pop Group,
Alison Limerick,
Lebanon Hanover,
R.M.O.,
Ultravox,
Yazoo,
Yellowson,
Scion,
Sarah Menescal,
Steve Hackett,
Jerry's Kids,
Eli Mardock,
Interpol,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.