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 Armenia 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Banda Bassotti to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Bronski Beat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Moleskins,
A Certain Ratio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Frankie Knuckles,
OOIOO,
the Soft Cell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harry Pussy,
Ultravox,
Loose Ends,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Foxx,
Rotary Connection,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Trumans Water,
The Birthday Party,
Alison Limerick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bill Wells,
Symarip,
The J.B.'s,
Aaron Thompson,
Franke,
Camberwell Now,
cv313,
Jacob Miller,
Lyres,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boredoms,
Joyce Sims,
Sonic Youth,
Alton Ellis,
48th St. Collective,
Smog,
Sarah Menescal,
Albert Ayler,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fortunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Metal Thangz,
Kaleidoscope,
Can,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Durutti Column,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crooked Eye,
The Offenders,
Laurel Aitken,
Cluster,
Porter Ricks,
Kayak,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.