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 Barbados and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 theremin 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 Whodini to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Massinfluence,
The Stooges,
Juan Atkins,
Colin Newman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Silicon Teens,
Q and Not U,
Donny Hathaway,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Human League,
Basic Channel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Half Japanese,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kayak,
Liliput,
The Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kerri Chandler,
The Wake,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Hood,
Slick Rick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Godley & Creme,
Index,
Jacob Miller,
Throbbing Gristle,
Echospace,
Neil Young,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang of Four,
48th St. Collective,
Arab on Radar,
Moss Icon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Max Romeo,
Fat Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Joe Smooth,
Magma,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Angry Samoans,
Con Funk Shun,
Cal Tjader,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Zeros,
Brass Construction,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lucky Dragons,
The Martian,
The United States of America,
Guru Guru,
Swell Maps,
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.