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 Gabon and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 PIL to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Zapp,
Robert Wyatt,
Ohio Players,
Bill Near,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rapeman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mojo Men,
Scrapy,
Loose Ends,
Pagans,
Nirvana,
Bizarre Inc.,
Television Personalities,
Susan Cadogan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scratch Acid,
Joy Division,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Agitation Free,
The Move,
Delta 5,
Thee Headcoats,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Busters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Pretty Things,
T.S.O.L.,
Dave Gahan,
Franke,
Lower 48,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Slick Rick,
Joe Finger,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra,
The Grass Roots,
New Age Steppers,
The Blackbyrds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Smiths,
Motorama,
The Buckinghams,
Excepter,
Swans,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Suburban Knight,
Quadrant,
Ronan,
Carl Craig,
The Red Krayola,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barry Ungar,
Soul II Soul,
Q and Not U,
Eve St. Jones,
Niagra,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.