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 Latvia 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Martian to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Japan,
Can,
Piero Umiliani,
Grey Daturas,
Basic Channel,
The Skatalites,
Janne Schatter,
Lungfish,
Albert Ayler,
Kaleidoscope,
The Remains,
New Order,
Section 25,
Audionom,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Seeds,
The Gories,
Qualms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roger Hodgson,
Rotary Connection,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Model 500,
The Dave Clark Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
K-Klass,
The Fire Engines,
Black Moon,
The Gladiators,
Skaos,
Peter and Kerry,
The Black Dice,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed,
Steve Hackett,
Public Enemy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Swans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barbara Tucker,
The Litter,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Monochrome Set,
Archie Shepp,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eurythmics,
Henry Cow,
The Names,
David Bowie,
Easy Going,
Suburban Knight,
Hoover,
Vainqueur,
Black Sheep,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Vogues,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sight & Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.