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 Finland and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Holger Czukay 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 Metal Thangz to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
The Misunderstood,
The Buckinghams,
cv313,
Stereo Dub,
JFA,
10cc,
The Gories,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deepchord,
Sound Behaviour,
the Slits,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bauhaus,
The Selecter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cluster,
Pussy Galore,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed,
The Monks,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eve St. Jones,
Ornette Coleman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Basic Channel,
Talk Talk,
The Angels of Light,
Peter and Kerry,
the Soft Cell,
The Leaves,
Boz Scaggs,
The Modern Lovers,
The Young Rascals,
Janne Schatter,
Ponytail,
Underground Resistance,
The Monochrome Set,
Cybotron,
Hoover,
The Cramps,
In Retrospect,
The Evens,
Gregory Isaacs,
Altered Images,
Swans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fall,
Erasure,
Eddi Front,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tim Buckley,
Max Romeo,
Ten City,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rakim,
Echospace,
Soft Machine,
Icehouse,
Moby Grape,
The Durutti Column,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.