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 Gambia and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pere Ubu to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Swans,
Inner City,
Matthew Halsall,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Index,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Darondo,
Ohio Players,
Todd Terry,
Derrick Morgan,
Freddie Wadling,
Dave Gahan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stereo Dub,
Blossom Toes,
Alison Limerick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Coltrane,
Swell Maps,
The Neon Judgement,
Bronski Beat,
Vladislav Delay,
Man Eating Sloth,
Max Romeo,
The Fall,
Ludus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aural Exciters,
Infiniti,
Vainqueur,
The Selecter,
Bluetip,
cv313,
Half Japanese,
This Heat,
Zero Boys,
The Fortunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun Ra,
Absolute Body Control,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Barracudas,
Aswad,
Soul Sonic Force,
Delon & Dalcan,
Connie Case,
In Retrospect,
Lakeside,
Yaz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kaleidoscope,
Monks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sex Pistols,
The Wake,
Jeff Lynne,
The Index,
The Misunderstood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.