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 Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Ponytail to the disco 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Dead Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-Ray Spex,
Ken Boothe,
Mad Mike,
The Monks,
Kool Moe Dee,
D'Angelo,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fuzztones,
Chris Corsano,
Newcleus,
Alice Coltrane,
Crash Course in Science,
Swell Maps,
the Association,
Jeff Mills,
Man Parrish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gun Club,
David Axelrod,
Mo-Dettes,
The Offenders,
UT,
cv313,
Simply Red,
Audionom,
Althea and Donna,
MDC,
Lyres,
Marvin Gaye,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pierre Henry,
Aswad,
The Gap Band,
Fugazi,
Eric Copeland,
Eve St. Jones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fear,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fluxion,
Dawn Penn,
Circle Jerks,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Christie,
The Martian,
The Modern Lovers,
Crooked Eye,
Depeche Mode,
Make Up,
Subhumans,
Cal Tjader,
Kurtis Blow,
China Crisis,
Deadbeat,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.