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 Yemen and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 T.S.O.L. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skaos,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chrome,
Cluster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The United States of America,
New Order,
Inner City,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camouflage,
Soft Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
The Golliwogs,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Graham Central Station,
The Slits,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pantytec,
Eddi Front,
Make Up,
Bronski Beat,
The Beau Brummels,
Supertramp,
Moebius,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cal Tjader,
The Victims,
Albert Ayler,
Bob Dylan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joyce Sims,
the Soft Cell,
The Gladiators,
Michelle Simonal,
Howard Jones,
Davy DMX,
Young Marble Giants,
Joe Smooth,
Altered Images,
The Pretty Things,
Minutemen,
Alison Limerick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nik Kershaw,
Flipper,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Electric Prunes,
Au Pairs,
Gerry Rafferty,
MC5,
Das Ding,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric Dolphy,
Quadrant,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Laurel Aitken,
The Martian,
Rakim,
Interpol,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.