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 Ecuador and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Cheater Slicks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Gong,
June Days,
Rapeman,
Eve St. Jones,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultimate Spinach,
Surgeon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joe Finger,
Howard Jones,
Das Ding,
ABBA,
Livin' Joy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
Symarip,
Peter & Gordon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Happenings,
Delta 5,
Neu!,
Davy DMX,
The Gladiators,
the Human League,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Easy Going,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Visage,
The Standells,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Beau Brummels,
Maleditus Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Stooges,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bill Near,
Depeche Mode,
Marmalade,
kango's stein massive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moby Grape,
Lightning Bolt,
Angry Samoans,
Excepter,
The American Breed,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pylon,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dead C,
Joyce Sims,
Scratch Acid,
Archie Shepp,
Crash Course in Science,
Eddi Front,
OOIOO,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Public Enemy,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.