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 Serbia and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Durutti Column to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes 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?
Roy Ayers,
The Slits,
Nick Fraelich,
Camouflage,
Erykah Badu,
Public Enemy,
Youth Brigade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The New Christs,
Dawn Penn,
Albert Ayler,
Gerry Rafferty,
One Last Wish,
Todd Terry,
Kenny Larkin,
Faust,
Sam Rivers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Echospace,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Animal Collective,
Chris Corsano,
The Fuzztones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Duran Duran,
ABBA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric Dolphy,
Q and Not U,
Darondo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Bananas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Divine Comedy,
Nico,
Soul II Soul,
Ossler,
Hashim,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Angels of Light,
Royal Trux,
UT,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Sheep,
the Bar-Kays,
Monolake,
Black Pus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Underground Resistance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Urselle,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alton Ellis,
Lower 48,
The Monochrome Set,
Swell Maps,
The Blackbyrds,
Mo-Dettes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Visage,
Chrome,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.