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 Paraguay and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Junior Murvin to the disco 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
T. Rex,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Invisible,
Cheater Slicks,
the Human League,
JFA,
Hot Snakes,
The Cure,
Eric Dolphy,
Quantec,
Fugazi,
Ohio Players,
Aaron Thompson,
Technova,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Don Cherry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flash Fearless,
John Lydon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
kango's stein massive,
Country Teasers,
Sex Pistols,
FM Einheit,
Half Japanese,
Jeff Mills,
the Association,
Pylon,
Ronan,
Davy DMX,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Grass Roots,
Grauzone,
LL Cool J,
Motorama,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The United States of America,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barry Ungar,
The Vogues,
Intrusion,
Section 25,
New Age Steppers,
the Soft Cell,
Accadde A,
Toni Rubio,
Marmalade,
Sonic Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ken Boothe,
D'Angelo,
The Fuzztones,
Michelle Simonal,
Mark Hollis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Slackers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
a-ha,
10cc,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.