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 El Salvador and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Camberwell Now to the punk 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Marine Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Fatback Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Danielle Patucci,
JFA,
Rosa Yemen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
China Crisis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
Neu!,
cv313,
Anakelly,
Mr. Review,
the Normal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
R.M.O.,
The Gladiators,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Intrusion,
Don Cherry,
Darondo,
Tom Boy,
Sparks,
Zapp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Wyatt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aural Exciters,
the Association,
June Days,
Bronski Beat,
Eric Copeland,
Crime,
The Mummies,
Boredoms,
The Offenders,
Gang Starr,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arab on Radar,
Traffic Nightmare,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Juan Atkins,
The Grass Roots,
Alton Ellis,
Rakim,
Todd Terry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marvin Gaye,
Excepter,
The Monochrome Set,
Television Personalities,
Nico,
Skaos,
The United States of America,
Cymande,
Anthony Braxton,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.