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 Argentina and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Lou Reed 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 Slits to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Malaria!,
Heaven 17,
Guru Guru,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Bananas,
Audionom,
MC5,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crispy Ambulance,
Urselle,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Subhumans,
Neu!,
Fad Gadget,
Sällskapet,
Sarah Menescal,
Minutemen,
Buzzcocks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Qualms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kenny Larkin,
Metal Thangz,
Bronski Beat,
Roxette,
CMW,
Joe Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brass Construction,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nik Kershaw,
Neil Young,
Hashim,
Skriet,
Royal Trux,
Thee Headcoats,
Rekid,
Liliput,
The American Breed,
June Days,
Eddi Front,
Vainqueur,
David Bowie,
Fluxion,
D'Angelo,
Black Pus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ossler,
The Gories,
Dead Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Shoche,
John Lydon,
Echospace,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.