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 Morocco 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 David Bowie 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 Von Mondo to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Bang On A Can,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Names,
Sex Pistols,
Isaac Hayes,
Young Marble Giants,
Lakeside,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warsaw,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Josef K,
DJ Sneak,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Flag,
Donny Hathaway,
Technova,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Ludus,
The Dead C,
Hot Snakes,
Don Cherry,
Dawn Penn,
Suburban Knight,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joyce Sims,
The Mojo Men,
Los Fastidios,
Bauhaus,
The Electric Prunes,
Whodini,
Erykah Badu,
One Last Wish,
Zapp,
Skriet,
Junior Murvin,
Marc Almond,
Jacques Brel,
JFA,
LL Cool J,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
F. McDonald,
The Cramps,
Tears for Fears,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Erasure,
Motorama,
Barbara Tucker,
The Real Kids,
The Durutti Column,
Bob Dylan,
Delta 5,
Freddie Wadling,
Slave,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Adolescents,
OOIOO,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.