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 Afghanistan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Silicon Teens to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
The Blues Magoos,
Anthony Braxton,
Main Source,
Eurythmics,
The Litter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sandy B,
Motorama,
Depeche Mode,
Cameo,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Monks,
Agent Orange,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Make Up,
Intrusion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ludus,
The Saints,
The Trojans,
The Martian,
Toni Rubio,
Lakeside,
Duran Duran,
EPMD,
Marc Almond,
Nick Fraelich,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Slick Rick,
Black Sheep,
Excepter,
Bobby Womack,
The Fuzztones,
Brand Nubian,
Arcadia,
Rod Modell,
Sällskapet,
The Residents,
Bad Manners,
The Victims,
Man Parrish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rufus Thomas,
Kurtis Blow,
The Vogues,
The Count Five,
Marmalade,
Henry Cow,
The Five Americans,
Pussy Galore,
Y Pants,
The Fire Engines,
This Heat,
Organ,
Sex Pistols,
X-Ray Spex,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.