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 Bhutan and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bauhaus to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Au Pairs,
The Trojans,
The Pretty Things,
Mantronix,
Hasil Adkins,
Groovy Waters,
Toni Rubio,
Essential Logic,
Dave Gahan,
Siglo XX,
the Slits,
The Offenders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jawbox,
A Certain Ratio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lyres,
Eurythmics,
Dark Day,
10cc,
Sällskapet,
Faust,
The Doobie Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Womack,
Depeche Mode,
Unrelated Segments,
Fluxion,
The Blues Magoos,
Sandy B,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Soft Cell,
Scratch Acid,
The Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flipper,
Wire,
Monolake,
Ultimate Spinach,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Max Romeo,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Motions,
Severed Heads,
James White and The Blacks,
John Holt,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Green,
cv313,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nils Olav,
Cecil Taylor,
The Real Kids,
Goldenarms,
Drexciya,
Freddie Wadling,
Magma,
Wally Richardson,
Delta 5,
AZ,
Grey Daturas,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.