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 Peru and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Misunderstood,
Nation of Ulysses,
Donald Byrd,
Black Pus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Cale,
Jeff Lynne,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gladiators,
Barrington Levy,
One Last Wish,
These Immortal Souls,
Mars,
Fela Kuti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Little Man,
Yellowson,
Funky Four + One,
Jerry's Kids,
Jacob Miller,
Suburban Knight,
Derrick Morgan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Music Machine,
Skriet,
the Bar-Kays,
Graham Central Station,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Juan Atkins,
New Order,
The Velvet Underground,
Glambeats Corp.,
Albert Ayler,
Scion,
Roxette,
Peter and Kerry,
Terrestrial Tones,
cv313,
Bobby Sherman,
The Red Krayola,
Model 500,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Section 25,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Symarip,
Circle Jerks,
Nils Olav,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Techniques,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Au Pairs,
Nick Fraelich,
Dave Gahan,
Crime,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.