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 Dominican Republic and from Philadelphia.
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 London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Liliput to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Liliput,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Basic Channel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Freddie Wadling,
Loose Ends,
Public Enemy,
Todd Rundgren,
Nico,
Nik Kershaw,
Average White Band,
Rakim,
Roxette,
Yazoo,
Guru Guru,
Funky Four + One,
Rapeman,
Faust,
Gang Gang Dance,
Massinfluence,
Barbara Tucker,
Zero Boys,
Ohio Players,
Wire,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pantaleimon,
Babytalk,
Eric Dolphy,
Rod Modell,
Zapp,
La Düsseldorf,
The Young Rascals,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marc Almond,
Symarip,
The Real Kids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nation of Ulysses,
T. Rex,
Eli Mardock,
Young Marble Giants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tom Boy,
Maurizio,
The Grass Roots,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Von Mondo,
Stereo Dub,
The Moody Blues,
David Bowie,
K-Klass,
Morten Harket,
John Cale,
Swans,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Pus,
Mark Hollis,
Judy Mowatt,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.