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 San Marino and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tom Boy to the crunk 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Amon Düül II,
Whodini,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Easy Going,
X-Ray Spex,
Half Japanese,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fortunes,
Henry Cow,
Matthew Halsall,
Q and Not U,
Albert Ayler,
The Sonics,
Thompson Twins,
Royal Trux,
The Red Krayola,
Sixth Finger,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gerry Rafferty,
Visage,
The Gun Club,
La Düsseldorf,
Fugazi,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare,
Harpers Bizarre,
The New Christs,
OOIOO,
Rakim,
These Immortal Souls,
Angry Samoans,
The Smoke,
Motorama,
Kenny Larkin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
James White and The Blacks,
Pantaleimon,
The Evens,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pylon,
Symarip,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
MC5,
The Invisible,
Lucky Dragons,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Searchers,
Bronski Beat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Newcleus,
Stiv Bators,
Ronan,
The Mummies,
Maleditus Sound,
Cybotron,
Eddi Front,
Rapeman,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.