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 Cairo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Lucky Dragons to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jacob Miller,
Mission of Burma,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Starr,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Sheep,
Toni Rubio,
Vainqueur,
Piero Umiliani,
Nick Fraelich,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
ABC,
Qualms,
Cybotron,
Bronski Beat,
Prince Buster,
The Stooges,
Iggy Pop,
Derrick Morgan,
Flash Fearless,
Pantytec,
Lower 48,
Bootsy Collins,
Alton Ellis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Monks,
Radio Birdman,
Fatback Band,
Massinfluence,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wolf Eyes,
The Five Americans,
Rufus Thomas,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stiv Bators,
Marmalade,
DJ Sneak,
The Fugs,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Darondo,
Chris & Cosey,
Leonard Cohen,
Mandrill,
Colin Newman,
Erasure,
One Last Wish,
Sam Rivers,
cv313,
The Misunderstood,
Radiohead,
Pantaleimon,
The Mojo Men,
Funky Four + One,
Altered Images,
Absolute Body Control,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.