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 Spokane.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Whodini,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Loose Ends,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pantaleimon,
Brothers Johnson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marvin Gaye,
The Alarm Clocks,
Adolescents,
kango's stein massive,
Goldenarms,
Davy DMX,
Soul II Soul,
PIL,
Warren Ellis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cymande,
Faraquet,
Banda Bassotti,
The Saints,
Nik Kershaw,
Pulsallama,
D'Angelo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New Order,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultravox,
Rufus Thomas,
Amazonics,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sister Nancy,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Smoke,
In Retrospect,
Accadde A,
The Residents,
Franke,
The Techniques,
Bronski Beat,
Khruangbin,
The Doors,
Minnie Riperton,
Main Source,
The Mummies,
Porter Ricks,
DNA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Youth Brigade,
Morten Harket,
The Cowsills,
Procol Harum,
Colin Newman,
Soulsonic Force,
Q65,
Black Flag,
The Blues Magoos,
U.S. Maple,
The Cure,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.