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 Guatemala and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Depeche Mode to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Matthew Halsall,
The Five Americans,
OOIOO,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rotary Connection,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harry Pussy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deakin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grey Daturas,
Henry Cow,
Scott Walker,
Lightning Bolt,
Excepter,
Mission of Burma,
Popol Vuh,
Fela Kuti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yaz,
Suburban Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Real Kids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nils Olav,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tom Boy,
The American Breed,
Bill Wells,
In Retrospect,
Vladislav Delay,
Eddi Front,
The Index,
Lalann,
Vainqueur,
L. Decosne,
Essential Logic,
Qualms,
MC5,
Newcleus,
Funkadelic,
Minutemen,
Michelle Simonal,
Donny Hathaway,
Pantytec,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roxy Music,
Toni Rubio,
The Monochrome Set,
Marvin Gaye,
Index,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nirvana,
Funky Four + One,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.