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 Uganda and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Agitation Free to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Don Cherry,
The Wake,
Deepchord,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
H. Thieme,
The Star Department,
Reagan Youth,
Mantronix,
Suburban Knight,
The Pop Group,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Icehouse,
Sight & Sound,
the Human League,
Supertramp,
the Sonics,
Bluetip,
Dawn Penn,
The Saints,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Make Up,
Fela Kuti,
X-102,
The Slackers,
Franke,
ABC,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oblivians,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eden Ahbez,
Kerri Chandler,
Ohio Players,
Thee Headcoats,
John Foxx,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bang On A Can,
Crime,
Mission of Burma,
Toni Rubio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Visage,
Marshall Jefferson,
Angry Samoans,
Mark Hollis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Depeche Mode,
Organ,
Drive Like Jehu,
Slick Rick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Görl,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hardrive,
Lucky Dragons,
Rapeman,
Aswad,
Matthew Bourne,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.