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 Chile and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Glenn Branca to the funk 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eddi Front,
Tommy Roe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Adolescents,
Soft Cell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Massinfluence,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jacques Brel,
T. Rex,
Hasil Adkins,
Eve St. Jones,
Toni Rubio,
Joy Division,
Idris Muhammad,
Q and Not U,
Harry Pussy,
The Skatalites,
Lalo Schifrin,
Liliput,
Panda Bear,
Anakelly,
Scientists,
Thee Headcoats,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vainqueur,
Chris Corsano,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
Arcadia,
Girls At Our Best!,
Audionom,
Fela Kuti,
kango's stein massive,
Country Teasers,
The Saints,
The Black Dice,
Deepchord,
These Immortal Souls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brick,
Zapp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cramps,
Peter & Gordon,
Ituana,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Moon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dennis Brown,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Near,
Fear,
Sonic Youth,
Bronski Beat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.