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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Gil Scott Heron,
The Saints,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Panda Bear,
Half Japanese,
Wire,
Jandek,
The Birthday Party,
Marcia Griffiths,
Carl Craig,
The Barracudas,
Barry Ungar,
Country Teasers,
Black Moon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dennis Brown,
Tubeway Army,
cv313,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang of Four,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed,
Angry Samoans,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Womack,
Connie Case,
Max Romeo,
Thompson Twins,
Von Mondo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fortunes,
Hashim,
Bush Tetras,
Lee Hazlewood,
LL Cool J,
Soulsonic Force,
Intrusion,
Niagra,
Pantaleimon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
EPMD,
Jerry's Kids,
Gong,
Masters at Work,
Simply Red,
Donny Hathaway,
Bronski Beat,
Man Parrish,
Joensuu 1685,
Matthew Bourne,
the Association,
Faraquet,
Youth Brigade,
The Neon Judgement,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Con Funk Shun,
Procol Harum,
DJ Sneak,
The Golliwogs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.