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 Antigua 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Kas Product to the jazz 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
the Association,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Leaves,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Symarip,
Main Source,
The Names,
Hasil Adkins,
Crooked Eye,
China Crisis,
Terry Callier,
The Human League,
Ossler,
Khruangbin,
Yellowson,
Todd Rundgren,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brand Nubian,
Throbbing Gristle,
Electric Prunes,
The Remains,
Delta 5,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Royal Trux,
The Techniques,
Adolescents,
the Human League,
Bluetip,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Young Rascals,
The Sisters of Mercy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scientists,
Porter Ricks,
The Real Kids,
The Blues Magoos,
Letta Mbulu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alison Limerick,
Arcadia,
Ornette Coleman,
Monks,
Mars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Los Fastidios,
Goldenarms,
Faraquet,
Joy Division,
Schoolly D,
June of 44,
Rod Modell,
Pagans,
The Motions,
Sarah Menescal,
the Bar-Kays,
Lyres,
Suicide,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.