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 Uruguay and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Banda Bassotti to the punk 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Bob Dylan,
Mr. Review,
Jandek,
Model 500,
L. Decosne,
Franke,
Yusef Lateef,
Max Romeo,
Vladislav Delay,
Grauzone,
James White and The Blacks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Darondo,
Rosa Yemen,
Brass Construction,
In Retrospect,
Steve Hackett,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Smoke,
Alphaville,
Ultimate Spinach,
Trumans Water,
The Modern Lovers,
The Techniques,
Bauhaus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cluster,
Charles Mingus,
Von Mondo,
The Gun Club,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fela Kuti,
Lungfish,
Boredoms,
LL Cool J,
Neil Young,
Babytalk,
Buzzcocks,
Freddie Wadling,
Flash Fearless,
Sex Pistols,
Rapeman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sound,
Joe Finger,
Thompson Twins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Swans,
The Wake,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
JFA,
Grey Daturas,
The Associates,
Tropical Tobacco,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Main Source,
The Cowsills,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.