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 Bahamas and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
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 rhodes 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 Ronnie Foster to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Circle Jerks,
Animal Collective,
D'Angelo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grauzone,
Joyce Sims,
The Red Krayola,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Beau Brummels,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Flag,
Freddie Wadling,
Traffic Nightmare,
Easy Going,
Lou Christie,
X-102,
Das Ding,
Kurtis Blow,
Siglo XX,
Shuggie Otis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alton Ellis,
Heaven 17,
Brand Nubian,
a-ha,
Darondo,
Echospace,
Can,
Television,
Excepter,
Slave,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fugazi,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Reagan Youth,
Yaz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mark Hollis,
Anakelly,
Talk Talk,
Gang Starr,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Parry Music,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Black Dice,
Kerri Chandler,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fire Engines,
The Blackbyrds,
Jawbox,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bronski Beat,
The Fuzztones,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.