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 Iceland and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Lower 48 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Gerry Rafferty,
Circle Jerks,
H. Thieme,
Newcleus,
Bobby Womack,
Severed Heads,
The Kinks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pere Ubu,
Howard Jones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Index,
Gastr Del Sol,
Basic Channel,
Angry Samoans,
Eddi Front,
New Age Steppers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Martian,
ABBA,
Zapp,
MDC,
Mad Mike,
Thee Headcoats,
Franke,
Ponytail,
The Happenings,
The Fall,
Sonic Youth,
Agent Orange,
The Gladiators,
Terry Callier,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bronski Beat,
Fat Boys,
Junior Murvin,
A Certain Ratio,
Mantronix,
Sparks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Invisible,
The Buckinghams,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Residents,
Livin' Joy,
The Fire Engines,
The Cure,
The Tremeloes,
Metal Thangz,
Joensuu 1685,
Althea and Donna,
Zero Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
This Heat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moby Grape,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
In Retrospect,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.