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 Cambodia and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Bronski Beat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Popol Vuh,
Magazine,
Yazoo,
Roger Hodgson,
New Order,
Prince Buster,
Index,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
The Stooges,
Pere Ubu,
Warsaw,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fall,
The Monochrome Set,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Country Joe & The Fish,
UT,
Public Enemy,
LL Cool J,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
China Crisis,
The Cowsills,
The Fugs,
Faust,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Kinks,
Crooked Eye,
Jacob Miller,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dennis Brown,
Ronan,
Dual Sessions,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Wyatt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Selecter,
Matthew Halsall,
MC5,
Lucky Dragons,
Eddi Front,
Aloha Tigers,
In Retrospect,
Funkadelic,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Hood,
ABBA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Young Marble Giants,
Pantytec,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
Leonard Cohen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terrestrial Tones,
T.S.O.L.,
Talk Talk,
Sister Nancy,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.