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 Russia and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the techno 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Barracudas,
The Mummies,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Whodini,
Nick Fraelich,
Harpers Bizarre,
Audionom,
Index,
Brick,
Susan Cadogan,
Lightning Bolt,
Lungfish,
The Knickerbockers,
Magazine,
Faraquet,
D'Angelo,
Albert Ayler,
Roxy Music,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Human League,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pere Ubu,
Banda Bassotti,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young,
Quadrant,
Eli Mardock,
The Pop Group,
the Swans,
The Young Rascals,
Excepter,
Scrapy,
Marine Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Erasure,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tom Boy,
Echospace,
Sandy B,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aloha Tigers,
The Smoke,
The Golliwogs,
The Beau Brummels,
Procol Harum,
Kurtis Blow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amazonics,
Janne Schatter,
Toni Rubio,
Trumans Water,
UT,
The Smiths,
Siglo XX,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
A Certain Ratio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soulsonic Force,
Man Parrish,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.