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 Jordan and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 The Techniques to the rap 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ornette Coleman,
Scion,
New Order,
Lungfish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deepchord,
Lou Christie,
The Remains,
Electric Prunes,
Joe Finger,
Roxette,
10cc,
Depeche Mode,
Mad Mike,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oblivians,
Cluster,
Sällskapet,
Sonic Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-101,
Crooked Eye,
Silicon Teens,
These Immortal Souls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aswad,
The Leaves,
Harmonia,
Negative Approach,
Camouflage,
Black Sheep,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Inner City,
The Gun Club,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Porter Ricks,
Simply Red,
Sun City Girls,
Mars,
Leonard Cohen,
Essential Logic,
Newcleus,
Rakim,
Japan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Goldenarms,
Scratch Acid,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Iggy Pop,
Patti Smith,
Television,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bronski Beat,
Arab on Radar,
Archie Shepp,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.