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 Ethiopia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Manchester and Hong Kong.
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 synthesizer 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 Blancmange to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Q65,
Colin Newman,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
Johnny Osbourne,
Surgeon,
David Bowie,
Vladislav Delay,
Chrome,
The Electric Prunes,
Siglo XX,
Sex Pistols,
Eddi Front,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Urselle,
The Index,
Tears for Fears,
Shuggie Otis,
the Germs,
DJ Style,
The Human League,
Hardrive,
Organ,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
LL Cool J,
Iggy Pop,
Reagan Youth,
Faraquet,
Fatback Band,
Scan 7,
Steve Hackett,
Bootsy Collins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Inner City,
Average White Band,
The Smoke,
Big Daddy Kane,
Popol Vuh,
ABBA,
The Beau Brummels,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Flag,
Cluster,
Byron Stingily,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Moon,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Offenders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Enemy,
Bang On A Can,
Bronski Beat,
Eden Ahbez,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.