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 Poland and from Hong Kong.
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 Mumbai and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crispy Ambulance to the rock 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Magma,
Flash Fearless,
Cluster,
The Sonics,
Black Flag,
The Black Dice,
Mandrill,
Henry Cow,
Procol Harum,
PIL,
Darondo,
David Axelrod,
Robert Wyatt,
Harmonia,
the Sonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeff Mills,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dawn Penn,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Andrew Hill,
Nik Kershaw,
Desert Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Bang On A Can,
Suicide,
Camberwell Now,
Bluetip,
Sunsets and Hearts,
These Immortal Souls,
Rapeman,
Whodini,
Glenn Branca,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soft Cell,
T.S.O.L.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Real Kids,
Joey Negro,
Aural Exciters,
Arab on Radar,
The Names,
The Fortunes,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed,
Gang Gang Dance,
Howard Jones,
Make Up,
Q65,
The Blackbyrds,
The Angels of Light,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scratch Acid,
Reagan Youth,
Malaria!,
DNA,
John Cale,
Bronski Beat,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.