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 Iraq and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Chris & Cosey to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
The Invisible,
Nils Olav,
Sparks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Swell Maps,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare,
Minny Pops,
Soul II Soul,
Ornette Coleman,
AZ,
MDC,
T. Rex,
Mad Mike,
Glenn Branca,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stereo Dub,
Bobbi Humphrey,
H. Thieme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cowsills,
Yellowson,
Bill Near,
Visage,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Qualms,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Association,
Mandrill,
Pole,
Bad Manners,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eden Ahbez,
La Düsseldorf,
Inner City,
Morten Harket,
DJ Sneak,
Minutemen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mantronix,
Nick Fraelich,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Country Teasers,
EPMD,
John Lydon,
Lucky Dragons,
Dave Gahan,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Hood,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Womack,
Scion,
The Moody Blues,
Animal Collective,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.