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 Botswana and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Unrelated Segments to the disco 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Whodini,
Organ,
Pagans,
Rekid,
Black Sheep,
Grauzone,
Bauhaus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Saccharine Trust,
Amon Düül,
Metal Thangz,
Eli Mardock,
The J.B.'s,
Marvin Gaye,
The Trojans,
Donny Hathaway,
Freddie Wadling,
Drive Like Jehu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fugazi,
Anakelly,
Jerry's Kids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Newcleus,
Stiv Bators,
Kool Moe Dee,
Patti Smith,
Albert Ayler,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Magazine,
Mars,
Marmalade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tim Buckley,
The Kinks,
Jandek,
Magma,
Heaven 17,
Symarip,
Thompson Twins,
Cybotron,
The Fall,
Tom Boy,
The Techniques,
The Smoke,
Shoche,
Zero Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bronski Beat,
Von Mondo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Japan,
Youth Brigade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
kango's stein massive,
Gastr Del Sol,
World's Most,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.