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 Vietnam and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Accadde A to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Colin Newman,
Letta Mbulu,
Groovy Waters,
Rakim,
Bobby Sherman,
Suicide,
ABBA,
Hasil Adkins,
AZ,
Gregory Isaacs,
One Last Wish,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Move,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Black Dice,
The Misunderstood,
The Real Kids,
Black Flag,
Nik Kershaw,
Glenn Branca,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Urselle,
Pere Ubu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alton Ellis,
Lucky Dragons,
Kenny Larkin,
Anakelly,
The Sonics,
The Invisible,
The Dirtbombs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fatback Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bizarre Inc.,
This Heat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Todd Terry,
Patti Smith,
Drexciya,
Stetsasonic,
The Count Five,
The Fire Engines,
Graham Central Station,
Young Marble Giants,
The Doors,
Shoche,
Chrome,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nirvana,
Piero Umiliani,
Bronski Beat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gladiators,
Crooked Eye,
Zero Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fad Gadget,
Cybotron,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.