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 Kenya 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Marine Girls to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
The Count Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amon Düül,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Clear Light,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Charles Mingus,
the Soft Cell,
Barry Ungar,
Swans,
Bush Tetras,
PIL,
Joensuu 1685,
The Names,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dead C,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minor Threat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gladiators,
The Music Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
The Monks,
Yazoo,
Anthony Braxton,
Stereo Dub,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ronan,
Letta Mbulu,
Joe Finger,
Lalo Schifrin,
Altered Images,
Dave Gahan,
Unwound,
John Foxx,
Junior Murvin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultra Naté,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Skatalites,
The Pretty Things,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Vogues,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eddi Front,
Yusef Lateef,
Flash Fearless,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Byrd,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cecil Taylor,
Radiohead,
ABC,
The Knickerbockers,
Rites of Spring,
Josef K,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.