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 Philippines 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Brothers Johnson 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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Stereo Dub,
Glenn Branca,
Scion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Popol Vuh,
Wolf Eyes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Animal Collective,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
PIL,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brand Nubian,
Monolake,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joey Negro,
Metal Thangz,
Fela Kuti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dorothy Ashby,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kerri Chandler,
Aloha Tigers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terrestrial Tones,
One Last Wish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Organ,
These Immortal Souls,
Eddi Front,
Brass Construction,
Soft Cell,
Black Bananas,
Lindisfarne,
Infiniti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joy Division,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Tremeloes,
The Beau Brummels,
Matthew Bourne,
The Associates,
Mark Hollis,
Funkadelic,
Derrick Morgan,
the Soft Cell,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultravox,
Gregory Isaacs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Sherman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oneida,
DJ Sneak,
Lalann,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dirtbombs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Little Man,
Public Enemy,
Tropical Tobacco,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.