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 Malta and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Bronski Beat to the punk 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Crash Course in Science,
The Birthday Party,
The Stooges,
Easy Going,
Boz Scaggs,
Barbara Tucker,
Fugazi,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Fania All-Stars,
Visage,
Funkadelic,
The Real Kids,
Average White Band,
Deepchord,
Pulsallama,
Brand Nubian,
Blake Baxter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ronan,
Roxette,
The Zeros,
Maurizio,
Slave,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thee Headcoats,
World's Most,
Marmalade,
Warsaw,
Fluxion,
Mantronix,
Letta Mbulu,
Lee Hazlewood,
The New Christs,
Boredoms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Model 500,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Leaves,
Kerri Chandler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Howard Jones,
The Divine Comedy,
Deakin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Johnny Clarke,
Faraquet,
The Angels of Light,
Marine Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Icehouse,
cv313,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeff Mills,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Anakelly,
Rekid,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.