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 Finland and from Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Germs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Joyce Sims,
Sandy B,
Minnie Riperton,
Scion,
The Gladiators,
Unwound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Monochrome Set,
Groovy Waters,
Cluster,
Minutemen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
Nas,
Bill Wells,
Japan,
F. McDonald,
The Golliwogs,
The Red Krayola,
The Fuzztones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dawn Penn,
Hardrive,
Sex Pistols,
Youth Brigade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Real Kids,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Angels of Light,
a-ha,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Depeche Mode,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rapeman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minor Threat,
Tommy Roe,
Bad Manners,
Pere Ubu,
Dark Day,
The Walker Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lower 48,
the Normal,
Howard Jones,
The Leaves,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang of Four,
Tres Demented,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
In Retrospect,
Joey Negro,
Mr. Review,
L. Decosne,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.