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 Cambodia and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
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 arpeggiator 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 Cymande to the rock 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Moss Icon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Monks,
Severed Heads,
Ronnie Foster,
The Happenings,
Lightning Bolt,
Ornette Coleman,
Alphaville,
Derrick May,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
James White and The Blacks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Vogues,
Au Pairs,
CMW,
Bobby Womack,
The Residents,
Gichy Dan,
Joyce Sims,
The Techniques,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bootsy Collins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fuzztones,
Liliput,
Jandek,
Reuben Wilson,
Kenny Larkin,
Clear Light,
Kayak,
The Searchers,
Animal Collective,
Alton Ellis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Piero Umiliani,
Wolf Eyes,
The Evens,
The Skatalites,
The Stooges,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barry Ungar,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Zeros,
the Normal,
Archie Shepp,
Minutemen,
Susan Cadogan,
Tears for Fears,
Stetsasonic,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Bar-Kays,
Prince Buster,
Cameo,
Connie Case,
Black Flag,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.