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 Liechtenstein and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Reuben Wilson to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Byrd,
Aswad,
Young Marble Giants,
Von Mondo,
Metal Thangz,
Kerri Chandler,
Bad Manners,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mojo Men,
The Victims,
Parry Music,
Sound Behaviour,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alphaville,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Busters,
Circle Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eli Mardock,
Howard Jones,
Albert Ayler,
World's Most,
Zapp,
the Normal,
Amazonics,
Shoche,
Flipper,
Desert Stars,
Alton Ellis,
Sister Nancy,
Reagan Youth,
Scratch Acid,
Joy Division,
The Knickerbockers,
Gabor Szabo,
Sex Pistols,
Nirvana,
Ultra Naté,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
A Certain Ratio,
Blake Baxter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Laurel Aitken,
Das Ding,
D'Angelo,
The Martian,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tim Buckley,
Roger Hodgson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ten City,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Wake,
Ash Ra Tempel,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.