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 Pakistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the rock 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Organ,
Bronski Beat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cluster,
Jacques Brel,
Lakeside,
Pole,
Minnie Riperton,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Slits,
The Gories,
Black Bananas,
The Walker Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mantronix,
Hoover,
Adolescents,
June Days,
Rekid,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scion,
The Real Kids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Christie,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric Dolphy,
Das Ding,
T.S.O.L.,
Scientists,
The Toasters,
Panda Bear,
Little Man,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Normal,
Crime,
Godley & Creme,
The New Christs,
MC5,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Remains,
Derrick May,
Animal Collective,
Grey Daturas,
Radio Birdman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fuzztones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ronan,
The Doors,
Thompson Twins,
Davy DMX,
Tres Demented,
The Gap Band,
In Retrospect,
Roxy Music,
Shoche,
Josef K,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.