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 Philippines and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Intrusion to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Nas,
The Grass Roots,
Depeche Mode,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Danielle Patucci,
Sound Behaviour,
Wasted Youth,
Fad Gadget,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Wyatt,
The J.B.'s,
Silicon Teens,
Television,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Flag,
Icehouse,
Laurel Aitken,
Banda Bassotti,
Magazine,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Beau Brummels,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun Ra,
Procol Harum,
Delta 5,
Ultra Naté,
Echospace,
Al Stewart,
Qualms,
Mad Mike,
Byron Stingily,
Pulsallama,
Sight & Sound,
Scott Walker,
Jacob Miller,
Man Eating Sloth,
Subhumans,
Eve St. Jones,
Mr. Review,
Minny Pops,
Jeff Mills,
The Black Dice,
Cheater Slicks,
The Real Kids,
The Buckinghams,
Jerry Gold Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Groovy Waters,
The Offenders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Interpol,
The Dirtbombs,
China Crisis,
B.T. Express,
Archie Shepp,
Basic Channel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Warren Ellis,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.