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 United Kingdom and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Terry Callier to the dance 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Ice-T,
Alphaville,
Byron Stingily,
the Slits,
Skarface,
Fort Wilson Riot,
In Retrospect,
Flamin' Groovies,
Piero Umiliani,
Angry Samoans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rod Modell,
Talk Talk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Siglo XX,
John Cale,
Scientists,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare,
The Saints,
Liliput,
Minnie Riperton,
Malaria!,
World's Most,
Blake Baxter,
The Wake,
The Walker Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Section 25,
Essential Logic,
New Order,
JFA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül,
Slick Rick,
the Sonics,
Chris & Cosey,
Brothers Johnson,
Subhumans,
June of 44,
Althea and Donna,
Nirvana,
Monks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yazoo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Can,
Alton Ellis,
Zero Boys,
Joy Division,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mojo Men,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yellowson,
Soft Machine,
Groovy Waters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dorothy Ashby,
These Immortal Souls,
Joyce Sims,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.