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 Georgia and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rotary Connection 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Arcadia,
Arab on Radar,
The Busters,
Bobby Sherman,
Slave,
Derrick Morgan,
Chris & Cosey,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-Ray Spex,
Nils Olav,
Shuggie Otis,
Lightning Bolt,
New Order,
Cameo,
Yazoo,
Altered Images,
Young Marble Giants,
Blossom Toes,
Swell Maps,
Royal Trux,
Khruangbin,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Star Department,
The Sonics,
Fat Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Nik Kershaw,
Whodini,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
China Crisis,
Ponytail,
The Velvet Underground,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cal Tjader,
EPMD,
Bobby Hutcherson,
JFA,
Can,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minor Threat,
Harry Pussy,
Matthew Halsall,
Hot Snakes,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rod Modell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sixth Finger,
Sarah Menescal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soft Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Golliwogs,
Hashim,
U.S. Maple,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.