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 South Africa and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Pulsallama to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oblivians,
Matthew Bourne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
CMW,
Black Moon,
Talk Talk,
Unwound,
James White and The Blacks,
Von Mondo,
Slave,
Soulsonic Force,
Sex Pistols,
Quadrant,
Joe Smooth,
The American Breed,
Soft Cell,
Anthony Braxton,
Joensuu 1685,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Liliput,
The Gladiators,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Idris Muhammad,
Second Layer,
Moss Icon,
Spandau Ballet,
Henry Cow,
Qualms,
Masters at Work,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soul II Soul,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Doors,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dennis Brown,
Max Romeo,
Parry Music,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Piero Umiliani,
Monolake,
Hoover,
Fat Boys,
The Count Five,
The Standells,
Pere Ubu,
Kurtis Blow,
The Real Kids,
The Monochrome Set,
Sarah Menescal,
Crash Course in Science,
Rufus Thomas,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.