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 Belarus and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 Big Daddy Kane to the disco 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Erykah Badu,
Nas,
Juan Atkins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Goldenarms,
Morten Harket,
Bush Tetras,
Glenn Branca,
Monks,
Ultravox,
The Martian,
Moss Icon,
Wasted Youth,
The Slackers,
Rapeman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sällskapet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Litter,
Popol Vuh,
Hasil Adkins,
Duran Duran,
The Cowsills,
Warsaw,
Motorama,
Fat Boys,
The Happenings,
AZ,
Letta Mbulu,
Jawbox,
Groovy Waters,
Cluster,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pere Ubu,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Sonics,
Blossom Toes,
Moebius,
Black Bananas,
Vainqueur,
The Pretty Things,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
June of 44,
The United States of America,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Todd Rundgren,
Slick Rick,
Wolf Eyes,
Talk Talk,
Trumans Water,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Offenders,
48th St. Collective,
The Durutti Column,
The Searchers,
Public Enemy,
Procol Harum,
DNA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lungfish,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.