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 Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 Erykah Badu to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Youth Brigade,
Freddie Wadling,
Kas Product,
Camberwell Now,
Dawn Penn,
Ohio Players,
PIL,
Black Moon,
Japan,
The Skatalites,
Harmonia,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Visage,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sex Pistols,
The Smoke,
Loose Ends,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eden Ahbez,
Tim Buckley,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yusef Lateef,
Masters at Work,
The Cure,
Icehouse,
DJ Style,
The American Breed,
Wolf Eyes,
Unrelated Segments,
The Raincoats,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare,
Rapeman,
Tears for Fears,
Delta 5,
The Names,
Hot Snakes,
48th St. Collective,
Joe Finger,
Pulsallama,
Michelle Simonal,
8 Eyed Spy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aaron Thompson,
Albert Ayler,
Dark Day,
X-101,
The New Christs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aloha Tigers,
A Certain Ratio,
Faraquet,
Rites of Spring,
Tubeway Army,
EPMD,
Khruangbin,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.