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 Swaziland and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 John Lydon to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Mantronix,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Slave,
The Fortunes,
Matthew Bourne,
Rosa Yemen,
The Music Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quando Quango,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Selecter,
Con Funk Shun,
F. McDonald,
Tubeway Army,
Arcadia,
Faust,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cluster,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joe Smooth,
Bronski Beat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sister Nancy,
John Foxx,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bang On A Can,
Rakim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Metal Thangz,
The Motions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Piero Umiliani,
Silicon Teens,
Dead Boys,
World's Most,
Half Japanese,
Depeche Mode,
Chrome,
Interpol,
Wings,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Essential Logic,
Jeff Lynne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Associates,
Freddie Wadling,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ponytail,
Khruangbin,
Black Flag,
Animal Collective,
The Flesh Eaters,
ABC,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mummies,
Newcleus,
Laurel Aitken,
The Electric Prunes,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.