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 Jordan and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Oneida to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Carl Craig,
CMW,
Echospace,
Rhythm & Sound,
Warsaw,
Bang On A Can,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Al Stewart,
Mantronix,
Danielle Patucci,
The Beau Brummels,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Busters,
Icehouse,
Scion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
K-Klass,
Alphaville,
Pussy Galore,
Absolute Body Control,
Joe Smooth,
ABBA,
Stereo Dub,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kas Product,
Adolescents,
The Toasters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun City Girls,
John Holt,
Monks,
Can,
Yellowson,
Amazonics,
The Angels of Light,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marine Girls,
Chrome,
Davy DMX,
June Days,
kango's stein massive,
Loose Ends,
Drexciya,
Peter & Gordon,
Blake Baxter,
The Vogues,
Y Pants,
Marvin Gaye,
Liliput,
Suicide,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Moon,
Warren Ellis,
Yaz,
Basic Channel,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed,
Electric Prunes,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.