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 Slovenia and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Smiths to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kas Product,
The Pop Group,
The Fuzztones,
Cecil Taylor,
Intrusion,
Jandek,
Chris Corsano,
Joyce Sims,
Roxette,
Unwound,
The Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
Bush Tetras,
PIL,
Magma,
Bobby Sherman,
a-ha,
Second Layer,
Circle Jerks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pantaleimon,
Goldenarms,
Juan Atkins,
cv313,
Donald Byrd,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dead C,
Rites of Spring,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The New Christs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nas,
Camouflage,
Marc Almond,
John Holt,
The J.B.'s,
Qualms,
Amon Düül II,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rod Modell,
Organ,
Duran Duran,
Alton Ellis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mandrill,
Connie Case,
the Normal,
The Sound,
Y Pants,
The Beau Brummels,
Wire,
Hardrive,
Mad Mike,
Marine Girls,
The Slackers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sarah Menescal,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.