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 Syria and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cameo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Kas Product,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-101,
The Birthday Party,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Moon,
Spandau Ballet,
Au Pairs,
Average White Band,
Bang On A Can,
The Skatalites,
L. Decosne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hoover,
Nico,
This Heat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David Bowie,
Minor Threat,
The Kinks,
The Five Americans,
Nas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Bananas,
Iggy Pop,
Amon Düül II,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ossler,
The Standells,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mark Hollis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Heaven 17,
Sun City Girls,
Brick,
The Star Department,
Kayak,
Prince Buster,
Radiopuhelimet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Animal Collective,
Tears for Fears,
Charles Mingus,
Bob Dylan,
Basic Channel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Anthony Braxton,
Smog,
Yaz,
Piero Umiliani,
Ken Boothe,
Sonny Sharrock,
DNA,
Gang Starr,
U.S. Maple,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The United States of America,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.