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 Kazakhstan and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Arcadia to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
The Residents,
Depeche Mode,
The Barracudas,
Bronski Beat,
Average White Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Evens,
Public Image Ltd.,
Desert Stars,
The Toasters,
Quadrant,
Barrington Levy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mantronix,
Kurtis Blow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Althea and Donna,
Barry Ungar,
Tomorrow,
Joe Finger,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Golliwogs,
Sällskapet,
Jeff Mills,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Carl Craig,
Warren Ellis,
Excepter,
John Cale,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Funky Four + One,
The Wake,
Crispy Ambulance,
Khruangbin,
Bauhaus,
Warsaw,
Kaleidoscope,
Aural Exciters,
Black Moon,
Patti Smith,
Maurizio,
The Index,
Reagan Youth,
The Red Krayola,
Radiohead,
The Raincoats,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Grass Roots,
Alton Ellis,
La Düsseldorf,
Duran Duran,
Ohio Players,
The Divine Comedy,
Ossler,
Nirvana,
The Smoke,
Lucky Dragons,
kango's stein massive,
Underground Resistance,
Clear Light,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Wyatt,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.