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 Iceland and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Flash Fearless to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Donald Byrd,
The Slackers,
Gabor Szabo,
Oblivians,
Barry Ungar,
Fat Boys,
UT,
Davy DMX,
Harmonia,
The New Christs,
The Gladiators,
Mary Jane Girls,
Silicon Teens,
The Grass Roots,
Al Stewart,
The Tremeloes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Drexciya,
The Moody Blues,
Scott Walker,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Depeche Mode,
Soft Machine,
The Birthday Party,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Christie,
The Trojans,
Livin' Joy,
David Axelrod,
Anakelly,
The Modern Lovers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kenny Larkin,
Electric Prunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Rod Modell,
Suicide,
Yusef Lateef,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gichy Dan,
Schoolly D,
Andrew Hill,
Icehouse,
Stetsasonic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Flag,
Country Teasers,
Ponytail,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Subhumans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Angels of Light,
Pantaleimon,
Banda Bassotti,
James White and The Blacks,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.