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 Burundi and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Alton Ellis to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Gang Dance,
Slave,
Crooked Eye,
Sex Pistols,
The Standells,
Siglo XX,
Organ,
Grauzone,
Public Image Ltd.,
Average White Band,
E-Dancer,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tom Boy,
Unrelated Segments,
Neu!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Spandau Ballet,
Ronnie Foster,
Susan Cadogan,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Move,
John Lydon,
Albert Ayler,
Joe Smooth,
Mars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flamin' Groovies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pole,
Cymande,
Dual Sessions,
Agent Orange,
Ten City,
Metal Thangz,
Trumans Water,
ABBA,
Camberwell Now,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hot Snakes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Cale,
The Blues Magoos,
Wally Richardson,
Colin Newman,
ABC,
FM Einheit,
Morten Harket,
Half Japanese,
Scientists,
The Cramps,
Fatback Band,
DJ Style,
Yazoo,
Rufus Thomas,
48th St. Collective,
MC5,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stereo Dub,
Dennis Brown,
MDC,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.