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 Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 New Christs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Idris Muhammad,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Intrusion,
Buzzcocks,
Lindisfarne,
Make Up,
Amazonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nils Olav,
David Bowie,
The Real Kids,
Grey Daturas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Whodini,
Flash Fearless,
Outsiders,
Peter and Kerry,
The Saints,
Nik Kershaw,
Japan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Metal Thangz,
The Names,
The Mojo Men,
Black Bananas,
Tubeway Army,
Bill Near,
Thee Headcoats,
Lungfish,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Starr,
Monolake,
The Mummies,
The Index,
Eric Copeland,
Bronski Beat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Todd Terry,
Mo-Dettes,
Ludus,
The Cowsills,
Franke,
Gang Green,
Echospace,
Bizarre Inc.,
Agent Orange,
the Sonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Morten Harket,
The Last Poets,
Sällskapet,
Average White Band,
Pere Ubu,
X-101,
Piero Umiliani,
The Victims,
Rufus Thomas,
Jacques Brel,
Crime,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.