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 Antigua and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Divine Comedy to the punk 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Black Moon,
Alison Limerick,
Wally Richardson,
Talk Talk,
Second Layer,
Arthur Verocai,
Pantaleimon,
Youth Brigade,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
June Days,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sixth Finger,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
ABBA,
Roxy Music,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Beau Brummels,
The Leaves,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Neon Judgement,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gories,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Hood,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moleskins,
Lindisfarne,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Birthday Party,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pantytec,
Severed Heads,
David Bowie,
Maleditus Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kerrie Biddell,
Loose Ends,
LL Cool J,
Aaron Thompson,
Aural Exciters,
Schoolly D,
Yellowson,
JFA,
The New Christs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unwound,
Fat Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blancmange,
Harmonia,
Excepter,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Motions,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.