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 Guinea-Bissau and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Cameo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moebius,
Bobby Byrd,
These Immortal Souls,
John Foxx,
Pantaleimon,
Kaleidoscope,
Harmonia,
The Knickerbockers,
Yazoo,
Jacques Brel,
Colin Newman,
UT,
Thee Headcoats,
JFA,
Vainqueur,
The Barracudas,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Tremeloes,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Wyatt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Make Up,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Red Krayola,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Reagan Youth,
Supertramp,
Toni Rubio,
Con Funk Shun,
Easy Going,
The Cowsills,
Stereo Dub,
The Wake,
The Motions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marc Almond,
Curtis Mayfield,
New Order,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cramps,
Charles Mingus,
The Sound,
Visage,
Q and Not U,
Brass Construction,
Scientists,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Morten Harket,
Suicide,
The Invisible,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.