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 Djibouti and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pulsallama to the rap 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Severed Heads,
Newcleus,
Minutemen,
Liliput,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joyce Sims,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Hood,
Yazoo,
Ponytail,
Deadbeat,
The Mummies,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter and Kerry,
Dawn Penn,
Nick Fraelich,
Ice-T,
Fugazi,
The Pretty Things,
Warren Ellis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ituana,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crime,
Joensuu 1685,
The Offenders,
Alison Limerick,
Tres Demented,
Dead Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Unrelated Segments,
Jawbox,
Sun Ra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Young Marble Giants,
Prince Buster,
Section 25,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soft Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Knickerbockers,
Bronski Beat,
Boredoms,
B.T. Express,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chris & Cosey,
New York Dolls,
Andrew Hill,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Q and Not U,
Pet Shop Boys,
Au Pairs,
David McCallum,
Crooked Eye,
One Last Wish,
Tears for Fears,
The Fuzztones,
Scion,
Judy Mowatt,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.