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 Benin and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 Excepter to the electroclash 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
The Wake,
cv313,
The Count Five,
The Dirtbombs,
Skriet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Whodini,
Deepchord,
Gang Starr,
The Mojo Men,
The Mummies,
Joensuu 1685,
Monolake,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Sheep,
Kenny Larkin,
Bill Near,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eurythmics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Wyatt,
Organ,
The Fugs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Janne Schatter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boredoms,
Maleditus Sound,
Visage,
Das Ding,
Tres Demented,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smoke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Reagan Youth,
Wings,
Magma,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Loose Ends,
T. Rex,
The Gap Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wasted Youth,
Country Teasers,
Susan Cadogan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Connie Case,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tomorrow,
Mission of Burma,
Erasure,
Dark Day,
In Retrospect,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Moody Blues,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marc Almond,
Stetsasonic,
The Electric Prunes,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.