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 Jordan and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 The Associates to the electroclash 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
X-Ray Spex,
Todd Rundgren,
Ponytail,
Lower 48,
Echospace,
Pagans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Absolute Body Control,
Amon Düül,
Charles Mingus,
Jacob Miller,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dead Boys,
MDC,
Radiopuhelimet,
New Age Steppers,
The Pop Group,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Qualms,
Man Parrish,
Fad Gadget,
Cecil Taylor,
Parry Music,
Barbara Tucker,
The Divine Comedy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crime,
Al Stewart,
The Last Poets,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Starr,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Cale,
Lungfish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Womack,
Simply Red,
DNA,
Delta 5,
Godley & Creme,
Silicon Teens,
Agitation Free,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Searchers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nick Fraelich,
The Black Dice,
Byron Stingily,
Dave Gahan,
Stetsasonic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David Axelrod,
Masters at Work,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Magazine,
Vainqueur,
Kaleidoscope,
The Invisible,
Brand Nubian,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.