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 Latvia and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blancmange to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Cale,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gerry Rafferty,
Urselle,
The Velvet Underground,
Anthony Braxton,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rekid,
Talk Talk,
Deepchord,
New Order,
Rosa Yemen,
Reuben Wilson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Swell Maps,
Rufus Thomas,
Rites of Spring,
The Electric Prunes,
Ossler,
Amon Düül,
Anakelly,
Gang Starr,
Jeff Mills,
Interpol,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Monochrome Set,
Stiv Bators,
Yazoo,
New Age Steppers,
Franke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kurtis Blow,
Accadde A,
Chris & Cosey,
B.T. Express,
Connie Case,
Peter & Gordon,
H. Thieme,
Fad Gadget,
Ludus,
Zapp,
Black Moon,
Faust,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fela Kuti,
Brothers Johnson,
The Selecter,
Wire,
Vainqueur,
Eli Mardock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The J.B.'s,
Black Bananas,
Aswad,
Sällskapet,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.