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 Togo and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Reagan Youth to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Harry Pussy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fugazi,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cowsills,
The Beau Brummels,
D'Angelo,
Blancmange,
The Misunderstood,
Bang On A Can,
Index,
Panda Bear,
Rekid,
Silicon Teens,
The Blackbyrds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Magma,
Talk Talk,
Ponytail,
Altered Images,
Pantytec,
Ronnie Foster,
Crime,
Marc Almond,
Susan Cadogan,
Sound Behaviour,
Nico,
The United States of America,
The Happenings,
Wasted Youth,
Amazonics,
The Monks,
Newcleus,
Anakelly,
Unrelated Segments,
Ronan,
Scott Walker,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jacques Brel,
Jandek,
Chris & Cosey,
Essential Logic,
Sight & Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott Heron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Metal Thangz,
Ituana,
R.M.O.,
Chrome,
Prince Buster,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Womack,
Byron Stingily,
It's A Beautiful Day,
UT,
Soft Machine,
Negative Approach,
Organ,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.