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 Czech Republic and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 K-Klass to the techno 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Rites of Spring,
Organ,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marine Girls,
Scientists,
Crooked Eye,
The Slackers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed,
The Zeros,
The Grass Roots,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roxette,
Excepter,
Sexual Harrassment,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sarah Menescal,
Hardrive,
The Leaves,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Sonics,
Agent Orange,
Eli Mardock,
Carl Craig,
Brothers Johnson,
Donald Byrd,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barry Ungar,
Patti Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nas,
Man Parrish,
The Victims,
Kenny Larkin,
Marvin Gaye,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flash Fearless,
Audionom,
Stereo Dub,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Motorama,
Lyres,
Rod Modell,
Flipper,
Arthur Verocai,
Minnie Riperton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hoover,
E-Dancer,
Ornette Coleman,
Cameo,
Funky Four + One,
The Five Americans,
Subhumans,
Q and Not U,
New Order,
The Sonics,
Ludus,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.