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 Latvia and from London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the jazz 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Brand Nubian,
U.S. Maple,
Mo-Dettes,
Young Marble Giants,
Janne Schatter,
Spoonie Gee,
F. McDonald,
Eddi Front,
Dead Boys,
The Gap Band,
Icehouse,
E-Dancer,
Bob Dylan,
Infiniti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gun Club,
Stiv Bators,
The Moleskins,
The Detroit Cobras,
T.S.O.L.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gladiators,
Depeche Mode,
Tubeway Army,
Minutemen,
Underground Resistance,
Matthew Bourne,
Au Pairs,
The Electric Prunes,
Excepter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Johnny Osbourne,
CMW,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skaos,
Glambeats Corp.,
Absolute Body Control,
Aswad,
Accadde A,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Second Layer,
Darondo,
John Lydon,
The Invisible,
Andrew Hill,
Man Parrish,
New Order,
Neil Young,
Steve Hackett,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minor Threat,
Porter Ricks,
Anakelly,
Gerry Rafferty,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.