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 Benin and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Marc Almond,
The Smiths,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wings,
Panda Bear,
Gregory Isaacs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arab on Radar,
Kool Moe Dee,
Trumans Water,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mars,
The J.B.'s,
Ohio Players,
EPMD,
Tears for Fears,
Neil Young,
Joensuu 1685,
X-101,
Joy Division,
The Beau Brummels,
Nick Fraelich,
In Retrospect,
Tommy Roe,
Fad Gadget,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Intrusion,
Ken Boothe,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Misunderstood,
Lalo Schifrin,
Khruangbin,
Monolake,
Pulsallama,
Swell Maps,
Isaac Hayes,
New York Dolls,
Jacques Brel,
Little Man,
Animal Collective,
Todd Terry,
Amazonics,
Echospace,
The Index,
Magazine,
Soulsonic Force,
Henry Cow,
Joey Negro,
JFA,
Sex Pistols,
The Dirtbombs,
Lakeside,
The Skatalites,
Underground Resistance,
Depeche Mode,
The Victims,
Delta 5,
Flash Fearless,
Bronski Beat,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.