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 Italy and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Quando Quango,
Sarah Menescal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ronan,
Eden Ahbez,
Morten Harket,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aloha Tigers,
Mo-Dettes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flipper,
Ten City,
Marmalade,
Frankie Knuckles,
One Last Wish,
the Slits,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Holt,
James White and The Blacks,
Au Pairs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
L. Decosne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Theoretical Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Pulsallama,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mojo Men,
MC5,
Arcadia,
Suburban Knight,
Cameo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Archie Shepp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marvin Gaye,
Dave Gahan,
Silicon Teens,
Zapp,
The Slackers,
Saccharine Trust,
Albert Ayler,
Y Pants,
Banda Bassotti,
The Associates,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The American Breed,
Gang Green,
China Crisis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Essential Logic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Shoche,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.