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 Sierra Leone and from Columbus.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Ossler to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
MC5,
The Sound,
Maurizio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Smiths,
EPMD,
Juan Atkins,
Aural Exciters,
Delta 5,
48th St. Collective,
Dave Gahan,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Invisible,
Au Pairs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Matthew Bourne,
The Young Rascals,
Desert Stars,
Mad Mike,
Fluxion,
Groovy Waters,
Mr. Review,
Ludus,
the Swans,
Joe Smooth,
The Fire Engines,
Minutemen,
Wally Richardson,
June Days,
Jeff Mills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blake Baxter,
Los Fastidios,
Byron Stingily,
Chris & Cosey,
Angry Samoans,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Smoke,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Hood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Albert Ayler,
Wire,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dead C,
Amon Düül II,
Joyce Sims,
Television Personalities,
Reuben Wilson,
Pantytec,
Supertramp,
Jandek,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marcia Griffiths,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.