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 Malaysia and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Country Teasers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Qualms,
Sugar Minott,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Vogues,
Spoonie Gee,
New Order,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Buckinghams,
Mission of Burma,
Pantytec,
Television,
T.S.O.L.,
China Crisis,
Joyce Sims,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gap Band,
The Invisible,
The Misunderstood,
Khruangbin,
The Slackers,
Alton Ellis,
Marvin Gaye,
Cybotron,
Infiniti,
Morten Harket,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lower 48,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Bananas,
The Pop Group,
Bauhaus,
Aswad,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Organ,
Symarip,
Harmonia,
Aloha Tigers,
Kayak,
Dawn Penn,
Ornette Coleman,
Essential Logic,
June Days,
The Gladiators,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Drexciya,
Groovy Waters,
The United States of America,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yaz,
Radio Birdman,
Pole,
The Young Rascals,
Urselle,
Ituana,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.