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 Romania and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Germs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gladiators,
The Red Krayola,
Jeff Lynne,
Barrington Levy,
Boz Scaggs,
Magazine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Patti Smith,
Marmalade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Motions,
The Gun Club,
The Skatalites,
Kas Product,
Agitation Free,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Suburban Knight,
Ornette Coleman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
B.T. Express,
ABBA,
Sarah Menescal,
Monks,
Theoretical Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Unrelated Segments,
Pet Shop Boys,
Simply Red,
Bobby Sherman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arcadia,
Kurtis Blow,
Stetsasonic,
Pussy Galore,
Excepter,
Groovy Waters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Smiths,
China Crisis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun Ra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eve St. Jones,
Kaleidoscope,
Deadbeat,
Ken Boothe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Searchers,
The Beau Brummels,
Trumans Water,
Sex Pistols,
AZ,
Rekid,
Zero Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.