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 Mexico and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Minny Pops to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nick Fraelich,
CMW,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Zapp,
June of 44,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Black Dice,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Groovy Waters,
PIL,
Stiv Bators,
Harry Pussy,
the Normal,
La Düsseldorf,
Johnny Osbourne,
UT,
Minnie Riperton,
Au Pairs,
The Gun Club,
H. Thieme,
The Victims,
Cluster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dead C,
Rapeman,
Mr. Review,
Desert Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Erasure,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Josef K,
Jeff Mills,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Lydon,
The Fall,
Jacques Brel,
Japan,
Connie Case,
Aural Exciters,
Nils Olav,
The Real Kids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Absolute Body Control,
Boz Scaggs,
Reagan Youth,
Blake Baxter,
Von Mondo,
Ultravox,
Quando Quango,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jandek,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crime,
A Certain Ratio,
The Happenings,
Organ,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.