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 Chad 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 punk 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Goldenarms,
The Pretty Things,
Harry Pussy,
Heaven 17,
Iggy Pop,
Lyres,
Smog,
The Leaves,
The Beau Brummels,
Cal Tjader,
The Walker Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Brass Construction,
Eddi Front,
The Durutti Column,
Joensuu 1685,
Cybotron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pet Shop Boys,
Liliput,
David Bowie,
Vainqueur,
Blossom Toes,
Symarip,
Adolescents,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Seeds,
Fad Gadget,
Yazoo,
Warren Ellis,
Audionom,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
This Heat,
Panda Bear,
Arthur Verocai,
Dead Boys,
the Germs,
Blancmange,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Massinfluence,
Judy Mowatt,
Alison Limerick,
The Dead C,
Cluster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Groovy Waters,
ABC,
Deakin,
The Moody Blues,
Parry Music,
Flash Fearless,
Stereo Dub,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lucky Dragons,
Oneida,
Inner City,
Hashim,
Reuben Wilson,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.