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 Oman and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Unrelated Segments to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
The Raincoats,
The Birthday Party,
Pierre Henry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
One Last Wish,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Cale,
Lakeside,
Magma,
Lindisfarne,
The Star Department,
Dark Day,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pussy Galore,
Rufus Thomas,
The Moleskins,
EPMD,
The Searchers,
the Sonics,
Half Japanese,
Wings,
MDC,
Pere Ubu,
The Mojo Men,
Sonic Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric Dolphy,
Marvin Gaye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moss Icon,
Little Man,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Flag,
Dennis Brown,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bill Wells,
Das Ding,
Outsiders,
The Monochrome Set,
Roy Ayers,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fire Engines,
The Pretty Things,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barbara Tucker,
Tom Boy,
Joe Finger,
Index,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radio Birdman,
Pulsallama,
The Beau Brummels,
The Saints,
John Coltrane,
Eurythmics,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.