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 Colombia and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Skriet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom 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?
Audionom,
Joe Smooth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Porter Ricks,
Blancmange,
The Black Dice,
Quando Quango,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bob Dylan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chris & Cosey,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Angry Samoans,
Liliput,
Nik Kershaw,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Vogues,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minny Pops,
Inner City,
Man Parrish,
One Last Wish,
Funky Four + One,
Qualms,
Todd Rundgren,
Eden Ahbez,
Joe Finger,
Surgeon,
The Saints,
Eve St. Jones,
Organ,
Monolake,
48th St. Collective,
The Cure,
Marc Almond,
Agent Orange,
U.S. Maple,
China Crisis,
The Moleskins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yusef Lateef,
Ponytail,
Scrapy,
Bluetip,
Public Image Ltd.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Main Source,
Kevin Saunderson,
New Order,
Black Pus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Clear Light,
Freddie Wadling,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Names,
Franke,
The Neon Judgement,
The Trojans,
Lou Christie,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.