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 Singapore and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 of Four. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flash Fearless,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tres Demented,
Stiv Bators,
R.M.O.,
Gang of Four,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ornette Coleman,
Colin Newman,
Black Pus,
The Saints,
Depeche Mode,
Goldenarms,
Brick,
Anthony Braxton,
Davy DMX,
Flipper,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rufus Thomas,
Franke,
Lakeside,
Bush Tetras,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cramps,
Sun Ra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Half Japanese,
Kurtis Blow,
Charles Mingus,
The Busters,
Maurizio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amon Düül II,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric Dolphy,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fire Engines,
Grey Daturas,
Lindisfarne,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cure,
The Names,
Tears for Fears,
Wally Richardson,
Albert Ayler,
Outsiders,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Red Krayola,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Coltrane,
Fugazi,
The Happenings,
Barrington Levy,
Joy Division,
The Raincoats,
Jeff Mills,
Bill Near,
Rapeman,
David Axelrod,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.