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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Pantytec to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Bill Near,
Crispy Ambulance,
Banda Bassotti,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ludus,
Surgeon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Technova,
Eli Mardock,
David Bowie,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fortunes,
Joe Finger,
Gastr Del Sol,
Whodini,
Roxette,
Boredoms,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jawbox,
The Neon Judgement,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Monks,
the Soft Cell,
10cc,
Silicon Teens,
Gregory Isaacs,
Icehouse,
Byron Stingily,
Dead Boys,
ABC,
The New Christs,
Arthur Verocai,
Kurtis Blow,
Todd Terry,
The Skatalites,
The Slackers,
The Selecter,
The Dead C,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Womack,
Soul II Soul,
Davy DMX,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed,
Crash Course in Science,
F. McDonald,
The Evens,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sound,
Rekid,
The Moody Blues,
Bluetip,
Funkadelic,
the Normal,
Todd Rundgren,
Bronski Beat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minny Pops,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.