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 Germany and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Albert Ayler to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
The Golliwogs,
Malaria!,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric Dolphy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blake Baxter,
Nik Kershaw,
Glenn Branca,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Buckinghams,
Radio Birdman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Morten Harket,
Popol Vuh,
FM Einheit,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Index,
The Blackbyrds,
Connie Case,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ronnie Foster,
Stetsasonic,
Minor Threat,
Talk Talk,
Anakelly,
Jacob Miller,
The American Breed,
Maurizio,
Bronski Beat,
Mad Mike,
Jeff Mills,
Maleditus Sound,
Supertramp,
Radiohead,
Mary Jane Girls,
Intrusion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cal Tjader,
Barclay James Harvest,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grauzone,
The Modern Lovers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Janne Schatter,
Roger Hodgson,
Unwound,
Neil Young,
T.S.O.L.,
Icehouse,
Lee Hazlewood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Andrew Hill,
Ohio Players,
The Smoke,
The Slits,
Oblivians,
The Wake,
The Neon Judgement,
Panda Bear,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.