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 Solomon Islands and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Lou Reed 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 Babytalk to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Drexciya,
Man Parrish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Negative Approach,
JFA,
A Certain Ratio,
Yusef Lateef,
Roger Hodgson,
Tom Boy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Glenn Branca,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vladislav Delay,
E-Dancer,
Stiv Bators,
the Soft Cell,
The Beau Brummels,
Mad Mike,
Main Source,
Danielle Patucci,
These Immortal Souls,
Sonic Youth,
The Human League,
Brick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pantytec,
the Association,
Sixth Finger,
Anthony Braxton,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gun Club,
Bush Tetras,
Trumans Water,
Dave Gahan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Severed Heads,
Ultra Naté,
Tommy Roe,
Black Moon,
Derrick Morgan,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David McCallum,
Reuben Wilson,
The Evens,
T. Rex,
Gang of Four,
Black Bananas,
Kurtis Blow,
Smog,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nick Fraelich,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eve St. Jones,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.