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 Bahamas and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 FM Einheit to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Scion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stereo Dub,
FM Einheit,
David McCallum,
Joe Finger,
Freddie Wadling,
Sandy B,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Martian,
Black Moon,
Youth Brigade,
Hoover,
Vainqueur,
Peter & Gordon,
Neu!,
Carl Craig,
Arab on Radar,
New York Dolls,
The Fortunes,
The Names,
The Offenders,
Excepter,
The Fugs,
La Düsseldorf,
The Misunderstood,
Delta 5,
Tommy Roe,
L. Decosne,
10cc,
Television Personalities,
Don Cherry,
Pagans,
The Monks,
The Blues Magoos,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tomorrow,
Model 500,
Roxy Music,
Magma,
Rakim,
The Red Krayola,
Reagan Youth,
Franke,
Theoretical Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quantec,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Country Teasers,
Cheater Slicks,
Echospace,
the Soft Cell,
Terry Callier,
Sarah Menescal,
Todd Rundgren,
R.M.O.,
Andrew Hill,
Altered Images,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Underground Resistance,
Ronan,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.