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 Tanzania and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 CMW to the disco 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 Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Ohio Players,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soul II Soul,
Intrusion,
Barry Ungar,
the Human League,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric Dolphy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grey Daturas,
Darondo,
The Kinks,
The Wake,
Kas Product,
Bauhaus,
the Sonics,
The Residents,
Tim Buckley,
Arab on Radar,
The Raincoats,
Eurythmics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Monks,
Wolf Eyes,
Sister Nancy,
Reagan Youth,
The Smiths,
Das Ding,
The Misunderstood,
The Monks,
The Birthday Party,
The Grass Roots,
Vainqueur,
Scott Walker,
The Cowsills,
Royal Trux,
Swell Maps,
Excepter,
Icehouse,
Maleditus Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Hashim,
Grauzone,
Tropical Tobacco,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pere Ubu,
The Gories,
Bronski Beat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Schoolly D,
The Sonics,
MDC,
Stiv Bators,
The Offenders,
Scan 7,
Tommy Roe,
Aaron Thompson,
Porter Ricks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dave Gahan,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.