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 Kazakhstan and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Little Man to the rock 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dead Boys,
The New Christs,
Fad Gadget,
The Fortunes,
Janne Schatter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
UT,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hasil Adkins,
Popol Vuh,
The Vogues,
Circle Jerks,
the Soft Cell,
Arab on Radar,
Rites of Spring,
Eli Mardock,
Country Teasers,
Shuggie Otis,
Alice Coltrane,
The Selecter,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Sherman,
Subhumans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Anakelly,
Albert Ayler,
Rapeman,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Five Americans,
the Bar-Kays,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deadbeat,
Dave Gahan,
Hoover,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thee Headcoats,
Joey Negro,
Throbbing Gristle,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Isaac Hayes,
Grauzone,
Camberwell Now,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dark Day,
The Mummies,
Wings,
Black Flag,
Yellowson,
The Litter,
Brick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bang On A Can,
Rotary Connection,
Echospace,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.