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 Russia 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bronski Beat to the rock 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Khruangbin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Maurizio,
48th St. Collective,
Mars,
Pylon,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fear,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Altered Images,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jimmy McGriff,
New York Dolls,
Cluster,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dirtbombs,
Aural Exciters,
The Gladiators,
Grey Daturas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cramps,
Flipper,
Eurythmics,
The Young Rascals,
Main Source,
The Searchers,
Matthew Bourne,
Silicon Teens,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Coltrane,
The Leaves,
The Grass Roots,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zero Boys,
Public Enemy,
Siglo XX,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Birthday Party,
Clear Light,
Infiniti,
Liliput,
Reuben Wilson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Suicide,
The Fugs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Alarm Clocks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wasted Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Inner City,
Gang of Four,
Ludus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bronski Beat,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.