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 Greece 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 The United States of America to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Monks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Metal Thangz,
One Last Wish,
Lyres,
Barbara Tucker,
Make Up,
kango's stein massive,
The Happenings,
The Zeros,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gong,
Sixth Finger,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yellowson,
Scott Walker,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Symarip,
Fugazi,
The Stooges,
Brass Construction,
Severed Heads,
Nico,
Rosa Yemen,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Martian,
Josef K,
Anthony Braxton,
Radiopuhelimet,
R.M.O.,
Laurel Aitken,
Pere Ubu,
Terry Callier,
The Doors,
Half Japanese,
8 Eyed Spy,
EPMD,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nik Kershaw,
Hashim,
Camberwell Now,
Byron Stingily,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dead C,
LL Cool J,
the Germs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sällskapet,
KRS-One,
The Associates,
Ludus,
Nick Fraelich,
Fatback Band,
Organ,
The Count Five,
Lucky Dragons,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.