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 Japan and from Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cure to the disco 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Reagan Youth,
The Misunderstood,
Soft Machine,
EPMD,
Susan Cadogan,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Flesh Eaters,
Metal Thangz,
The Cure,
The Busters,
Quadrant,
Davy DMX,
John Lydon,
Essential Logic,
The Black Dice,
John Cale,
The Residents,
Camouflage,
Loose Ends,
Section 25,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sugar Minott,
Vladislav Delay,
Sister Nancy,
Joey Negro,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Standells,
Cybotron,
Andrew Hill,
Hot Snakes,
The Saints,
Wolf Eyes,
Marmalade,
The Pop Group,
Monolake,
The Golliwogs,
Surgeon,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mummies,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Selecter,
Moebius,
Yusef Lateef,
Neil Young,
Organ,
John Foxx,
Aural Exciters,
Oblivians,
The Dave Clark Five,
Circle Jerks,
Scientists,
Darondo,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joe Smooth,
Kerrie Biddell,
UT,
The Leaves,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.