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 Monaco and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Leaves to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Byron Stingily,
Accadde A,
Bronski Beat,
Lower 48,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tres Demented,
Matthew Halsall,
Ice-T,
The Leaves,
Niagra,
Little Man,
Inner City,
The Human League,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David Axelrod,
Minutemen,
Livin' Joy,
Dawn Penn,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jandek,
Lou Reed,
Spandau Ballet,
Neil Young,
The Blues Magoos,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Vogues,
Saccharine Trust,
Deadbeat,
Rod Modell,
Davy DMX,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fall,
Soft Cell,
CMW,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Real Kids,
Idris Muhammad,
Wasted Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
Negative Approach,
The Move,
Procol Harum,
Stiv Bators,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Divine Comedy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Malaria!,
Joyce Sims,
Organ,
Hashim,
Ten City,
Sonic Youth,
Jacob Miller,
The Five Americans,
H. Thieme,
Aloha Tigers,
Yazoo,
ABBA,
Symarip,
Judy Mowatt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.