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 the UAE and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Zero Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Icehouse,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The American Breed,
Robert Hood,
Vladislav Delay,
Chris & Cosey,
The Durutti Column,
Circle Jerks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Walker Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
Fluxion,
Tomorrow,
Fatback Band,
Subhumans,
Crooked Eye,
Jeff Lynne,
Country Teasers,
Archie Shepp,
Ronan,
Massinfluence,
Grauzone,
K-Klass,
Howard Jones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fire Engines,
Bronski Beat,
The Doors,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
L. Decosne,
Lakeside,
Bobby Womack,
The Martian,
Harry Pussy,
The Mojo Men,
Erasure,
Barbara Tucker,
Erykah Badu,
Los Fastidios,
the Germs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Standells,
Warsaw,
Pharoah Sanders,
Swans,
The Tremeloes,
The Beau Brummels,
Beasts of Bourbon,
a-ha,
Man Parrish,
Kurtis Blow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Theoretical Girls,
Ohio Players,
The Index,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.