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 Swaziland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Sound to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
ABBA,
Ponytail,
The Fire Engines,
Qualms,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tim Buckley,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Sherman,
Jerry's Kids,
Public Enemy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eurythmics,
The Monochrome Set,
Soul II Soul,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Womack,
ABC,
The Gun Club,
the Association,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter and Kerry,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Swans,
Urselle,
Pussy Galore,
In Retrospect,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quantec,
The Moody Blues,
Black Moon,
Scion,
The United States of America,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Trumans Water,
Au Pairs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Underground Resistance,
Mission of Burma,
Barbara Tucker,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dead Boys,
The Invisible,
Echospace,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Doors,
Absolute Body Control,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Litter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Siglo XX,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bronski Beat,
The Busters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.