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 Yemen and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cowsills to the grime 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
CMW,
Minny Pops,
The Dave Clark Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chris Corsano,
Pulsallama,
Sun City Girls,
The Moody Blues,
the Bar-Kays,
Arthur Verocai,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mars,
Peter and Kerry,
New Age Steppers,
Roxy Music,
The Pretty Things,
New Order,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quadrant,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Christie,
Eric Dolphy,
Section 25,
K-Klass,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neu!,
Khruangbin,
Gang of Four,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Niagra,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Human League,
Half Japanese,
Stereo Dub,
Letta Mbulu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pagans,
Bauhaus,
Prince Buster,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hardrive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DNA,
The Martian,
The J.B.'s,
Organ,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Excepter,
The Saints,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rekid,
Eve St. Jones,
Alice Coltrane,
Circle Jerks,
Toni Rubio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.