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 Qatar and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Colin Newman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Soft Machine,
Neu!,
Ossler,
Gang Green,
Mark Hollis,
Kaleidoscope,
Section 25,
The Martian,
Chris & Cosey,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bootsy Collins,
Ludus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Don Cherry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Unrelated Segments,
The Star Department,
Technova,
The Dirtbombs,
Jacques Brel,
Reuben Wilson,
Yellowson,
Yazoo,
Moebius,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Matthew Bourne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Todd Terry,
Robert Hood,
Fat Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
June of 44,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minutemen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
ABC,
Erasure,
Idris Muhammad,
The Red Krayola,
Rosa Yemen,
The Black Dice,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
China Crisis,
Grauzone,
Dual Sessions,
Khruangbin,
The Fortunes,
Loose Ends,
Shoche,
Letta Mbulu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Japan,
Audionom,
Underground Resistance,
The Modern Lovers,
The Tremeloes,
Animal Collective,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.