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 Eritrea and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Vogues to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DNA,
Agitation Free,
Altered Images,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Sherman,
H. Thieme,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Godley & Creme,
Alphaville,
Roy Ayers,
Deakin,
Excepter,
Patti Smith,
Qualms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nick Fraelich,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mars,
The Stooges,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Talk Talk,
Gang of Four,
One Last Wish,
Eric Copeland,
Johnny Clarke,
The Associates,
Heaven 17,
Bronski Beat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Supertramp,
Fugazi,
Bobby Byrd,
Ituana,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New York Dolls,
Rufus Thomas,
Echospace,
Model 500,
Sparks,
The Angels of Light,
Archie Shepp,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Blancmange,
Adolescents,
Newcleus,
The Busters,
Radiohead,
AZ,
Smog,
The Wake,
Los Fastidios,
Drive Like Jehu,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.