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 Italy and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Section 25 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Loose Ends,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Subhumans,
CMW,
Bronski Beat,
Chris Corsano,
Erasure,
David Axelrod,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Slackers,
Rod Modell,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sonics,
Soft Machine,
Thompson Twins,
Das Ding,
E-Dancer,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mandrill,
Kerri Chandler,
Accadde A,
Toni Rubio,
Ultra Naté,
Matthew Halsall,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Desert Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Porter Ricks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eli Mardock,
Dark Day,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Section 25,
Black Pus,
Skaos,
The Doors,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scrapy,
Amon Düül,
Suburban Knight,
Brick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Niagra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
H. Thieme,
Donny Hathaway,
the Soft Cell,
Television,
John Coltrane,
Hashim,
The Names,
Easy Going,
Kenny Larkin,
Magma,
Black Bananas,
Dawn Penn,
Marshall Jefferson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kurtis Blow,
B.T. Express,
Masters at Work,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.