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 Singapore and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Electric Prunes to the rock 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Sparks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amon Düül II,
Erykah Badu,
The Gap Band,
Sam Rivers,
Dual Sessions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Slackers,
Aural Exciters,
The Cure,
Joy Division,
Theoretical Girls,
Bill Near,
Oneida,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Second Layer,
The Saints,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Malaria!,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Starr,
John Foxx,
Darondo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gun Club,
Nirvana,
Television,
Sällskapet,
Clear Light,
Hardrive,
Niagra,
Shoche,
Livin' Joy,
DJ Style,
Mary Jane Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Glambeats Corp.,
Altered Images,
Trumans Water,
Desert Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Nas,
Dead Boys,
Japan,
Warren Ellis,
Vladislav Delay,
Heaven 17,
Skarface,
Tomorrow,
The Star Department,
Hoover,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soul Sonic Force,
Howard Jones,
The Slits,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.