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 Bhutan and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Rod Modell to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Joensuu 1685,
Procol Harum,
June Days,
Rosa Yemen,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crime,
Terrestrial Tones,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Drexciya,
Colin Newman,
Negative Approach,
Warsaw,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sonics,
Suicide,
Lyres,
Sister Nancy,
Susan Cadogan,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Angels of Light,
Camberwell Now,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harmonia,
Gregory Isaacs,
T.S.O.L.,
Half Japanese,
Oblivians,
Graham Central Station,
Bronski Beat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cowsills,
Yaz,
Aural Exciters,
Jacob Miller,
Joe Finger,
Cluster,
Agent Orange,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nas,
Deakin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hasil Adkins,
Stereo Dub,
Duran Duran,
The Moleskins,
Sex Pistols,
Pagans,
Laurel Aitken,
Youth Brigade,
Harry Pussy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Trojans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Slits,
Basic Channel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.