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 Vietnam 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bronski Beat to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Youth Brigade,
Slave,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Vogues,
The Victims,
Soulsonic Force,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oneida,
In Retrospect,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Human League,
Godley & Creme,
Donald Byrd,
Leonard Cohen,
Dennis Brown,
Mo-Dettes,
Joensuu 1685,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
K-Klass,
Jandek,
The Busters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gories,
Skaos,
Sexual Harrassment,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Popol Vuh,
Mission of Burma,
Sixth Finger,
Scratch Acid,
Swell Maps,
Basic Channel,
Scan 7,
Cameo,
Fad Gadget,
The Offenders,
T. Rex,
Spoonie Gee,
Tubeway Army,
The Electric Prunes,
Average White Band,
Quadrant,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Girls At Our Best!,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Starr,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rapeman,
Wasted Youth,
Mantronix,
The Martian,
Harmonia,
Lower 48,
Minny Pops,
Pylon,
Spandau Ballet,
Vainqueur,
Brick,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.