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 Costa Rica and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Velvet Underground to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Fania All-Stars,
Monolake,
The Dead C,
The Blues Magoos,
The Monks,
Scan 7,
Peter and Kerry,
Terry Callier,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Magma,
Minnie Riperton,
Ossler,
UT,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Offenders,
Prince Buster,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scratch Acid,
Newcleus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cal Tjader,
Nico,
Hasil Adkins,
Circle Jerks,
Amon Düül,
Basic Channel,
Pagans,
Leonard Cohen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rufus Thomas,
The Motions,
The Young Rascals,
Nas,
Desert Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Neu!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric Dolphy,
Sparks,
Freddie Wadling,
Mad Mike,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joe Smooth,
The Dirtbombs,
Lungfish,
CMW,
Soft Machine,
Moebius,
Fat Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Jerry's Kids,
PIL,
ABBA,
Aswad,
The Invisible,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tres Demented,
Black Sheep,
The Durutti Column,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.