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 Mauritania and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
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 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 Isaac Hayes 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
The Gladiators,
Cymande,
Ronan,
Alphaville,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Skatalites,
Janne Schatter,
Hasil Adkins,
L. Decosne,
Joey Negro,
Black Moon,
Parry Music,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bronski Beat,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun Ra,
Sun City Girls,
Ice-T,
A Certain Ratio,
The Young Rascals,
Peter and Kerry,
The Martian,
Shuggie Otis,
Darondo,
Agent Orange,
F. McDonald,
The Slackers,
cv313,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Max Romeo,
Sister Nancy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dead Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-Ray Spex,
Newcleus,
Faust,
Suburban Knight,
Lalo Schifrin,
Little Man,
Grauzone,
Boredoms,
The Busters,
Warren Ellis,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quando Quango,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scion,
Joe Finger,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aural Exciters,
Junior Murvin,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.