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 Malaysia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 The Slackers to the techno 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Gong,
Agitation Free,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Sheep,
Quando Quango,
Pantaleimon,
Bauhaus,
U.S. Maple,
Tears for Fears,
Ronnie Foster,
Hardrive,
David McCallum,
Dead Boys,
Q65,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David Axelrod,
Das Ding,
Jeru the Damaja,
Qualms,
Sister Nancy,
John Foxx,
UT,
The Mummies,
Index,
Skaos,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rod Modell,
Cymande,
Ice-T,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Adolescents,
Nation of Ulysses,
Reuben Wilson,
Maurizio,
The Pretty Things,
Archie Shepp,
Stiv Bators,
B.T. Express,
Alison Limerick,
Grey Daturas,
Gang of Four,
Darondo,
Wally Richardson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cheater Slicks,
Nirvana,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chris & Cosey,
World's Most,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Audionom,
Bronski Beat,
Malaria!,
The Slackers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lakeside,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.