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 Oman and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Bronski Beat to the dance 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lightning Bolt,
Delta 5,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hashim,
The Martian,
Masters at Work,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roxy Music,
The Index,
Amazonics,
Amon Düül II,
Audionom,
The Tremeloes,
Wire,
Mr. Review,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alphaville,
The Vogues,
Gang Starr,
Kaleidoscope,
Von Mondo,
Donny Hathaway,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Circle Jerks,
Blake Baxter,
Funkadelic,
Jerry's Kids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nik Kershaw,
Mad Mike,
Eric Copeland,
Aaron Thompson,
Moebius,
X-102,
The Residents,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Derrick Morgan,
The Toasters,
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Iggy Pop,
Scratch Acid,
The New Christs,
Yaz,
Outsiders,
The Buckinghams,
The Black Dice,
Television,
Robert Wyatt,
Don Cherry,
Isaac Hayes,
Cal Tjader,
Danielle Patucci,
Sound Behaviour,
Panda Bear,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.