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 Afghanistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 the Sonics to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Subhumans,
Ken Boothe,
Scan 7,
Trumans Water,
Leonard Cohen,
Alice Coltrane,
Audionom,
Pierre Henry,
Connie Case,
the Association,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultra Naté,
The Five Americans,
Spandau Ballet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Outsiders,
Derrick May,
Bad Manners,
Juan Atkins,
The Fall,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
48th St. Collective,
Tim Buckley,
Minutemen,
Brass Construction,
Pylon,
Bronski Beat,
Amazonics,
Marine Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yusef Lateef,
The Selecter,
Lower 48,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rufus Thomas,
Rites of Spring,
Unwound,
Gichy Dan,
Tomorrow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aswad,
Quantec,
Swans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Glenn Branca,
Main Source,
The Associates,
Sun City Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Newcleus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Henry Cow,
EPMD,
Monks,
Gang of Four,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.