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 Vietnam and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rosa Yemen to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Prince Buster,
Barrington Levy,
The Offenders,
Man Parrish,
Porter Ricks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Qualms,
Pylon,
Marvin Gaye,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
H. Thieme,
Lightning Bolt,
Los Fastidios,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Sheep,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
LL Cool J,
Youth Brigade,
Crime,
Stereo Dub,
Peter and Kerry,
Gichy Dan,
Radiohead,
The Divine Comedy,
DNA,
The Young Rascals,
8 Eyed Spy,
Clear Light,
Rakim,
Slave,
Skriet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Niagra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Victims,
Nico,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bauhaus,
Sex Pistols,
Ohio Players,
Y Pants,
Aaron Thompson,
DJ Sneak,
David Bowie,
Radio Birdman,
Spandau Ballet,
Pagans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Misunderstood,
Camouflage,
The Electric Prunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mo-Dettes,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Sonics,
The Happenings,
Bill Wells,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.