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 St Lucia and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Stiv Bators to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Visage,
Von Mondo,
Brass Construction,
AZ,
Ralphi Rosario,
Erasure,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gap Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Girls At Our Best!,
EPMD,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cameo,
Alison Limerick,
Jawbox,
Joey Negro,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Organ,
Dennis Brown,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bang On A Can,
Fad Gadget,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sex Pistols,
F. McDonald,
Monolake,
Procol Harum,
Pylon,
Hasil Adkins,
Matthew Bourne,
H. Thieme,
Slave,
Marmalade,
Crooked Eye,
Bronski Beat,
Agitation Free,
Public Enemy,
Fat Boys,
Outsiders,
Pere Ubu,
Soul II Soul,
LL Cool J,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quadrant,
Aswad,
Panda Bear,
The Misunderstood,
The Toasters,
Circle Jerks,
The Wake,
Mandrill,
Cal Tjader,
Amon Düül II,
Quando Quango,
The Moleskins,
Barbara Tucker,
The Five Americans,
Moss Icon,
China Crisis,
Japan,
Heaven 17,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.