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 Oman and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Idris Muhammad to the punk 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Todd Terry,
Parry Music,
The Human League,
Maleditus Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
JFA,
In Retrospect,
Aural Exciters,
The Invisible,
the Normal,
Zapp,
Whodini,
Al Stewart,
K-Klass,
The Toasters,
Vainqueur,
China Crisis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sugar Minott,
Crispian St. Peters,
Smog,
Ohio Players,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Sheep,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cheater Slicks,
Hasil Adkins,
La Düsseldorf,
Rosa Yemen,
Supertramp,
Chris & Cosey,
Reagan Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gastr Del Sol,
AZ,
The Smoke,
Mandrill,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter and Kerry,
Moebius,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Spandau Ballet,
Unrelated Segments,
Cal Tjader,
Lyres,
The Move,
R.M.O.,
Lungfish,
Lalann,
The Barracudas,
Schoolly D,
Flipper,
Prince Buster,
The Saints,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oneida,
E-Dancer,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fuzztones,
Bronski Beat,
The Gap Band,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.