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 Eritrea and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Unrelated Segments to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wire,
Magma,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Swell Maps,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Barracudas,
Idris Muhammad,
Yusef Lateef,
Khruangbin,
Sugar Minott,
Funkadelic,
Ultra Naté,
Ten City,
The Black Dice,
Mars,
Intrusion,
Peter & Gordon,
Matthew Halsall,
The Music Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ohio Players,
Suburban Knight,
Lakeside,
Eden Ahbez,
Dark Day,
Chris Corsano,
The Vogues,
Eddi Front,
Aaron Thompson,
Hot Snakes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Qualms,
Mantronix,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Livin' Joy,
Erasure,
Scion,
Masters at Work,
Whodini,
The Names,
The Smiths,
Audionom,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Youth Brigade,
Roger Hodgson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ronan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rod Modell,
Tears for Fears,
Arcadia,
the Bar-Kays,
The Raincoats,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dual Sessions,
Porter Ricks,
Colin Newman,
Electric Prunes,
Television,
Sixth Finger,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.