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 Netherlands 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Piero Umiliani to the grime 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bauhaus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Unrelated Segments,
Dorothy Ashby,
Shoche,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fad Gadget,
Skarface,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Magma,
Malaria!,
Radio Birdman,
Barry Ungar,
Electric Prunes,
Marmalade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tears for Fears,
Arab on Radar,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Görl,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Litter,
Basic Channel,
The Dirtbombs,
China Crisis,
Anthony Braxton,
Soul II Soul,
Accadde A,
Flipper,
cv313,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Warsaw,
Popol Vuh,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Byron Stingily,
Don Cherry,
The Index,
Sister Nancy,
Amon Düül II,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bootsy Collins,
K-Klass,
The Pop Group,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crime,
the Slits,
Massinfluence,
Arcadia,
Severed Heads,
Average White Band,
Jawbox,
X-102,
Section 25,
Terry Callier,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.