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 Thailand and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sight & Sound to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Malaria!,
Von Mondo,
The Fire Engines,
The Human League,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sonic Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jacob Miller,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Interpol,
Joe Finger,
Shoche,
Godley & Creme,
Qualms,
Donald Byrd,
Electric Prunes,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Donny Hathaway,
Motorama,
Mission of Burma,
Moebius,
Bobby Byrd,
Pulsallama,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
LL Cool J,
The Buckinghams,
Agent Orange,
Zapp,
E-Dancer,
Boz Scaggs,
The Searchers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ronnie Foster,
Matthew Bourne,
Laurel Aitken,
Zero Boys,
The Real Kids,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Zeros,
Mandrill,
Albert Ayler,
the Sonics,
Accadde A,
Derrick Morgan,
Yazoo,
The Knickerbockers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Maleditus Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Swans,
10cc,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Slick Rick,
David McCallum,
Ohio Players,
The Associates,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Flag,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.