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 Madagascar and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bronski Beat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Womack,
The Human League,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed,
Sarah Menescal,
Underground Resistance,
Dennis Brown,
cv313,
Slick Rick,
Nik Kershaw,
the Swans,
the Sonics,
Babytalk,
Rites of Spring,
Quantec,
Ronnie Foster,
Nick Fraelich,
DJ Style,
The Gap Band,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ronan,
La Düsseldorf,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Franke,
Suicide,
E-Dancer,
Zero Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Simply Red,
Lindisfarne,
Second Layer,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bob Dylan,
48th St. Collective,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
Negative Approach,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joensuu 1685,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brass Construction,
The Electric Prunes,
Swell Maps,
The Busters,
Scan 7,
The Angels of Light,
The Buckinghams,
The Walker Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Supertramp,
MDC,
The Last Poets,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Young Marble Giants,
Quadrant,
Blake Baxter,
Ultra Naté,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.