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 Mexico and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the jazz 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harry Pussy,
Janne Schatter,
Brick,
ABBA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pet Shop Boys,
Make Up,
D'Angelo,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grauzone,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Cale,
Fear,
L. Decosne,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
June of 44,
Electric Prunes,
Deakin,
the Fania All-Stars,
DJ Style,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Starr,
Kas Product,
the Slits,
Infiniti,
Jeff Mills,
Underground Resistance,
R.M.O.,
Arthur Verocai,
Lindisfarne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blossom Toes,
Bronski Beat,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Durutti Column,
Lebanon Hanover,
Excepter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Duran Duran,
FM Einheit,
Parry Music,
Shoche,
E-Dancer,
The Selecter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yazoo,
Nils Olav,
Toni Rubio,
Theoretical Girls,
Minny Pops,
Slick Rick,
The Dirtbombs,
Bush Tetras,
Pagans,
Thompson Twins,
Malaria!,
Black Bananas,
Scrapy,
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.