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 Haiti and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Chris & Cosey to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Matthew Bourne,
Joensuu 1685,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pylon,
Duran Duran,
Talk Talk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Circle Jerks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joy Division,
Khruangbin,
Charles Mingus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Clear Light,
The Monochrome Set,
Howard Jones,
Index,
Flipper,
Kayak,
Al Stewart,
Sonic Youth,
Hashim,
Rites of Spring,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chrome,
kango's stein massive,
James White and The Blacks,
The Beau Brummels,
Sex Pistols,
Rosa Yemen,
Toni Rubio,
One Last Wish,
Chris Corsano,
Yellowson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter & Gordon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Public Enemy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Pus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Victims,
Dark Day,
Dual Sessions,
Malaria!,
Eve St. Jones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bang On A Can,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lightning Bolt,
The Smoke,
Bobby Sherman,
Underground Resistance,
Q and Not U,
Joe Finger,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lindisfarne,
the Swans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.