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 Barbados and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
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 marimba 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 Harmonia to the jazz 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
U.S. Maple,
Warsaw,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scientists,
Scion,
cv313,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gun Club,
Von Mondo,
The Victims,
Wire,
Dead Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Derrick Morgan,
The Saints,
the Fania All-Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ohio Players,
Nirvana,
Moby Grape,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rekid,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
JFA,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Moody Blues,
Eric Copeland,
Joensuu 1685,
Royal Trux,
Aswad,
the Association,
Lucky Dragons,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Pus,
Susan Cadogan,
Chris Corsano,
Jeff Mills,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jimmy McGriff,
Iggy Pop,
Average White Band,
LL Cool J,
Wally Richardson,
X-101,
the Normal,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jandek,
Junior Murvin,
Icehouse,
CMW,
Sällskapet,
Gong,
The Gladiators,
Essential Logic,
Kenny Larkin,
Don Cherry,
Bronski Beat,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.