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 Samoa and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Minor Threat to the crunk 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scrapy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Freddie Wadling,
Stereo Dub,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arthur Verocai,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
World's Most,
Hashim,
Dave Gahan,
Von Mondo,
Can,
Swans,
New York Dolls,
Inner City,
Fugazi,
the Human League,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Saccharine Trust,
Subhumans,
Bill Wells,
Clear Light,
Simply Red,
Bootsy Collins,
Chris & Cosey,
Kenny Larkin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
a-ha,
Amon Düül,
Schoolly D,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jerry's Kids,
Ossler,
Silicon Teens,
Marshall Jefferson,
OOIOO,
Ronnie Foster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Residents,
Ponytail,
Desert Stars,
Flash Fearless,
Rosa Yemen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Maleditus Sound,
Roxy Music,
Goldenarms,
Marvin Gaye,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Toni Rubio,
Marine Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chrome,
Loose Ends,
DJ Sneak,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.