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 Botswana 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 Gichy Dan 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Kas Product,
The Velvet Underground,
Agitation Free,
The Fuzztones,
Marc Almond,
Mad Mike,
Tommy Roe,
Essential Logic,
Cecil Taylor,
Livin' Joy,
Soulsonic Force,
The Raincoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barry Ungar,
Pantaleimon,
Patti Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mummies,
Cluster,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lucky Dragons,
Pantytec,
Flash Fearless,
Q65,
kango's stein massive,
The Seeds,
Oneida,
Chris Corsano,
The New Christs,
Depeche Mode,
F. McDonald,
The Vogues,
the Bar-Kays,
Leonard Cohen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barbara Tucker,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Judy Mowatt,
Silicon Teens,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Infiniti,
Cal Tjader,
Alison Limerick,
Sparks,
Alphaville,
China Crisis,
Erykah Badu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DNA,
Soul Sonic Force,
OOIOO,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Zapp,
Boz Scaggs,
Los Fastidios,
Brothers Johnson,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.