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 France 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Birthday Party to the techno 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Aloha Tigers,
Arab on Radar,
Sixth Finger,
Soul Sonic Force,
Organ,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Görl,
X-Ray Spex,
Bronski Beat,
Sällskapet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sight & Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sex Pistols,
Eve St. Jones,
The Pop Group,
a-ha,
Charles Mingus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kerri Chandler,
Minutemen,
Ohio Players,
Bang On A Can,
Prince Buster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Malaria!,
Gang Starr,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brass Construction,
Parry Music,
Alison Limerick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quando Quango,
Albert Ayler,
Glenn Branca,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Real Kids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Das Ding,
Barry Ungar,
Yazoo,
Radiohead,
Barrington Levy,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DJ Sneak,
The Cowsills,
Marmalade,
Tubeway Army,
Black Pus,
The Sound,
Infiniti,
Tears for Fears,
Heaven 17,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.