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 Austria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lebanon Hanover to the disco 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Moleskins,
The Leaves,
The Five Americans,
Frankie Knuckles,
PIL,
Scan 7,
Alison Limerick,
Groovy Waters,
The Invisible,
Gabor Szabo,
Eli Mardock,
Wasted Youth,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare,
The Selecter,
FM Einheit,
The New Christs,
Underground Resistance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
cv313,
KRS-One,
Siglo XX,
Andrew Hill,
Steve Hackett,
One Last Wish,
Chris & Cosey,
ABC,
The Tremeloes,
The Knickerbockers,
Essential Logic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hasil Adkins,
Mad Mike,
Black Pus,
Wolf Eyes,
La Düsseldorf,
Moby Grape,
Arthur Verocai,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cecil Taylor,
Zero Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joyce Sims,
Cymande,
Barry Ungar,
Gichy Dan,
the Soft Cell,
Dark Day,
The Gun Club,
Cal Tjader,
Bronski Beat,
Excepter,
Negative Approach,
H. Thieme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Carl Craig,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.