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 Singapore and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 This Heat to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mary Jane Girls,
ABBA,
Slave,
Reagan Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lakeside,
Cheater Slicks,
Deepchord,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sugar Minott,
The Walker Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kerri Chandler,
Nirvana,
Black Moon,
Bobby Sherman,
Whodini,
Bush Tetras,
Peter and Kerry,
Schoolly D,
Quando Quango,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soft Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Star Department,
Anthony Braxton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Television,
Josef K,
Tim Buckley,
World's Most,
Swans,
Cluster,
X-Ray Spex,
Interpol,
Zapp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joe Finger,
Throbbing Gristle,
Warsaw,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cymande,
John Cale,
Public Image Ltd.,
Loose Ends,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sarah Menescal,
Joy Division,
PIL,
Rites of Spring,
Bill Wells,
Liliput,
Public Enemy,
Minutemen,
Idris Muhammad,
The Moleskins,
Fat Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.