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 Zambia and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Silicon Teens,
Section 25,
The Smoke,
Minny Pops,
Skaos,
the Swans,
Joyce Sims,
Television Personalities,
Niagra,
Swans,
Outsiders,
Guru Guru,
Idris Muhammad,
Popol Vuh,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bluetip,
Parry Music,
Deepchord,
The Mojo Men,
Eric B and Rakim,
Interpol,
Animal Collective,
Symarip,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Victims,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Zapp,
Piero Umiliani,
Aswad,
Gang Gang Dance,
Electric Prunes,
Charles Mingus,
Howard Jones,
Kas Product,
Ronan,
The Residents,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Real Kids,
Flash Fearless,
Slave,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ten City,
Johnny Clarke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Colin Newman,
the Human League,
Smog,
Mark Hollis,
Janne Schatter,
U.S. Maple,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kayak,
The Angels of Light,
Vladislav Delay,
The Slackers,
The Red Krayola,
The Blackbyrds,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fortunes,
Marc Almond,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.