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 Russia and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 The Associates to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Hot Snakes,
Rekid,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang of Four,
The Selecter,
Monks,
Tears for Fears,
The Techniques,
Wolf Eyes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Carl Craig,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gories,
Underground Resistance,
Scrapy,
Y Pants,
Ponytail,
Whodini,
Supertramp,
Icehouse,
Erasure,
Juan Atkins,
The Pretty Things,
The Angels of Light,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pantaleimon,
Joe Finger,
Toni Rubio,
Dark Day,
Pantytec,
Unwound,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Modern Lovers,
Das Ding,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Con Funk Shun,
AZ,
Barry Ungar,
Quando Quango,
Altered Images,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Music Machine,
Blossom Toes,
Jacques Brel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Livin' Joy,
Make Up,
Index,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yellowson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mad Mike,
Cal Tjader,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fire Engines,
Eddi Front,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.