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 Tanzania and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Joy Division to the grunge 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Metal Thangz,
T. Rex,
David Bowie,
The Monochrome Set,
the Fania All-Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
In Retrospect,
Inner City,
Sixth Finger,
The Misunderstood,
the Association,
Deakin,
The J.B.'s,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Motorama,
PIL,
Surgeon,
Anthony Braxton,
Amazonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crash Course in Science,
Magma,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Goldenarms,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Smoke,
Darondo,
Wally Richardson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marine Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Max Romeo,
Sällskapet,
A Certain Ratio,
World's Most,
Mission of Burma,
Peter & Gordon,
The Electric Prunes,
Alison Limerick,
Altered Images,
Theoretical Girls,
Howard Jones,
Maurizio,
Marmalade,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brand Nubian,
These Immortal Souls,
Chris & Cosey,
The Angels of Light,
Mars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alphaville,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Adolescents,
Interpol,
Section 25,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bob Dylan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dual Sessions,
Tears for Fears,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.