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 Niger and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Warsaw to the dance 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Evens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Loose Ends,
Jawbox,
Stiv Bators,
The Mummies,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Desert Stars,
Ituana,
Curtis Mayfield,
10cc,
Rhythm & Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Standells,
Smog,
OOIOO,
Donald Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cowsills,
Wings,
Yazoo,
Jacob Miller,
KRS-One,
The Durutti Column,
The Golliwogs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quando Quango,
Susan Cadogan,
Maurizio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cameo,
Danielle Patucci,
The Vogues,
Andrew Hill,
Section 25,
Chrome,
Bauhaus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pulsallama,
Sällskapet,
In Retrospect,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Birthday Party,
Index,
Bang On A Can,
Au Pairs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Connie Case,
Flipper,
The Zeros,
Albert Ayler,
The Motions,
Sun Ra,
Laurel Aitken,
June Days,
The Tremeloes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Janne Schatter,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.