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 Zimbabwe and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Yellowson to the jazz 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Carl Craig,
Unrelated Segments,
Gong,
Aural Exciters,
Joyce Sims,
Section 25,
Max Romeo,
AZ,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kayak,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cheater Slicks,
Bauhaus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tears for Fears,
The Cramps,
L. Decosne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scientists,
Brand Nubian,
Model 500,
Davy DMX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Interpol,
Monks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Howard Jones,
Neil Young,
Black Sheep,
Maurizio,
Don Cherry,
The Blues Magoos,
Scott Walker,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alphaville,
The Knickerbockers,
Cybotron,
A Certain Ratio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ice-T,
The Evens,
Rosa Yemen,
Sixth Finger,
Rod Modell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Wally Richardson,
Pylon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Zero Boys,
The Smiths,
Vladislav Delay,
Neu!,
Charles Mingus,
Kerri Chandler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.