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 Angola and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kool Moe Dee to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Spandau Ballet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nils Olav,
KRS-One,
Tubeway Army,
Alphaville,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deadbeat,
The Pretty Things,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gabor Szabo,
Darondo,
Joe Finger,
Audionom,
Vainqueur,
John Foxx,
The Real Kids,
Lalann,
Danielle Patucci,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dennis Brown,
Crooked Eye,
Fatback Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Moon,
MC5,
Anakelly,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pussy Galore,
Cecil Taylor,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Flamin' Groovies,
Graham Central Station,
Suburban Knight,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Sheep,
Sex Pistols,
Rod Modell,
Blancmange,
Funkadelic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sonic Youth,
Arcadia,
Marmalade,
Roxy Music,
Massinfluence,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Glenn Branca,
The Dead C,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Inner City,
Eric B and Rakim,
Freddie Wadling,
Bronski Beat,
Minutemen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Black Dice,
Average White Band,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.