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 Portugal and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crispy Ambulance to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Michelle Simonal,
Banda Bassotti,
kango's stein massive,
Rufus Thomas,
Cybotron,
Max Romeo,
Crash Course in Science,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Popol Vuh,
Young Marble Giants,
Erykah Badu,
Swans,
Supertramp,
The Mummies,
Electric Prunes,
The Saints,
Matthew Bourne,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Pop Group,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
Darondo,
Bang On A Can,
Deadbeat,
Mandrill,
The Selecter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chris & Cosey,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Make Up,
The Index,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric Dolphy,
Intrusion,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nico,
Judy Mowatt,
Skaos,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Martian,
Pantaleimon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Con Funk Shun,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scion,
The Electric Prunes,
Derrick Morgan,
Severed Heads,
Pulsallama,
Jeff Mills,
The Fall,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Residents,
B.T. Express,
Monks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.