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 Sri Lanka and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Seeds to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Amazonics,
Moebius,
Swans,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ice-T,
The Saints,
Von Mondo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DJ Sneak,
Dave Gahan,
Silicon Teens,
MC5,
Dawn Penn,
Warsaw,
Magma,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Franke,
Steve Hackett,
the Human League,
Sarah Menescal,
The Black Dice,
Depeche Mode,
U.S. Maple,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yellowson,
Roger Hodgson,
Derrick Morgan,
Young Marble Giants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wolf Eyes,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Residents,
the Soft Cell,
Sound Behaviour,
AZ,
The Selecter,
Trumans Water,
John Foxx,
Subhumans,
Idris Muhammad,
Connie Case,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bauhaus,
Barbara Tucker,
The Kinks,
Junior Murvin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kurtis Blow,
Althea and Donna,
The Toasters,
The Busters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harmonia,
Circle Jerks,
Gabor Szabo,
Ponytail,
Grey Daturas,
Peter & Gordon,
10cc,
Black Flag,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.