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 Finland and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 David Bowie 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 Quantec to the electroclash 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Royal Family And The Poor,
The Count Five,
Mark Hollis,
Dawn Penn,
Pantaleimon,
Gichy Dan,
Sun Ra,
Public Enemy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barbara Tucker,
Slick Rick,
Visage,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blake Baxter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Cale,
Crispian St. Peters,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fall,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pylon,
Aaron Thompson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Qualms,
Unwound,
DNA,
The Electric Prunes,
Danielle Patucci,
Lucky Dragons,
Spoonie Gee,
The Associates,
Buzzcocks,
Sarah Menescal,
Judy Mowatt,
New York Dolls,
The Remains,
Delta 5,
Deadbeat,
Deepchord,
Pagans,
Panda Bear,
Accadde A,
Pussy Galore,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arab on Radar,
Janne Schatter,
the Normal,
Hashim,
Skaos,
World's Most,
The Dirtbombs,
Country Teasers,
Sugar Minott,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pere Ubu,
UT,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.