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 Iraq and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Gregory Isaacs to the crunk 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
The Associates,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Flag,
Danielle Patucci,
Quando Quango,
The Names,
The Five Americans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dawn Penn,
UT,
Motorama,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
PIL,
Youth Brigade,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed,
Magazine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Slits,
The Sonics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skriet,
The United States of America,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jacques Brel,
Cameo,
Ultra Naté,
Grey Daturas,
Nirvana,
The Alarm Clocks,
Connie Case,
Buzzcocks,
Alison Limerick,
T. Rex,
Shuggie Otis,
Gabor Szabo,
Todd Rundgren,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cramps,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hardrive,
Gang Green,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Groovy Waters,
DJ Sneak,
Andrew Hill,
Laurel Aitken,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eli Mardock,
Pet Shop Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lakeside,
The Seeds,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.