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 Fiji and from Houston.
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 Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Thompson Twins to the dance 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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun Ra,
Wings,
Fear,
Accadde A,
the Human League,
Sonic Youth,
Little Man,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joy Division,
The Blues Magoos,
The Happenings,
Adolescents,
Joe Smooth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Angry Samoans,
Jandek,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mission of Burma,
Bluetip,
Yaz,
Clear Light,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tubeway Army,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Residents,
Barrington Levy,
The American Breed,
Malaria!,
The Fortunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fluxion,
The Divine Comedy,
The Saints,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vladislav Delay,
D'Angelo,
Fugazi,
Magma,
Andrew Hill,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Altered Images,
Depeche Mode,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Los Fastidios,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chris Corsano,
Arab on Radar,
Jeff Lynne,
Circle Jerks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Glenn Branca,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moss Icon,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.