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 Malawi and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Lucky Dragons to the rock 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
John Foxx,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ronan,
The Beau Brummels,
La Düsseldorf,
Youth Brigade,
Unwound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lyres,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young,
The Stooges,
Qualms,
Black Moon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Drexciya,
Bill Wells,
Wally Richardson,
Altered Images,
China Crisis,
The Raincoats,
Carl Craig,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Alarm Clocks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
L. Decosne,
Pierre Henry,
Absolute Body Control,
Urselle,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Janne Schatter,
The Fire Engines,
Darondo,
Terry Callier,
Faust,
Soft Machine,
One Last Wish,
Hardrive,
Angry Samoans,
R.M.O.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wire,
Chris & Cosey,
The Busters,
Scientists,
Gabor Szabo,
Banda Bassotti,
Bang On A Can,
Connie Case,
Minny Pops,
The Sound,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.