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 Montenegro and from Tokyo.
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 Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jawbox to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
The Star Department,
The Searchers,
Smog,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Starr,
Radiopuhelimet,
Angry Samoans,
The Victims,
Pole,
Camberwell Now,
The Tremeloes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mantronix,
Joy Division,
Danielle Patucci,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dawn Penn,
Brass Construction,
Mark Hollis,
the Human League,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Desert Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Doors,
CMW,
Black Pus,
the Sonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crash Course in Science,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Andrew Hill,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Schoolly D,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fire Engines,
Nick Fraelich,
Steve Hackett,
Boz Scaggs,
the Swans,
The Zeros,
Dark Day,
Theoretical Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Faust,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Slits,
Robert Görl,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thee Headcoats,
John Coltrane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kool Moe Dee,
Piero Umiliani,
Interpol,
Joey Negro,
Duran Duran,
Godley & Creme,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.