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 Italy and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crime,
Eddi Front,
Godley & Creme,
Cluster,
Lou Reed,
Supertramp,
Charles Mingus,
CMW,
Funky Four + One,
Accadde A,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stetsasonic,
Ronan,
The Saints,
The Monks,
Fad Gadget,
B.T. Express,
The Move,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Maleditus Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Victims,
The Evens,
Scratch Acid,
Sam Rivers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sixth Finger,
Arab on Radar,
Wasted Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Masters at Work,
Animal Collective,
The Motions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skriet,
Unrelated Segments,
Harmonia,
Delta 5,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terry Callier,
Pussy Galore,
David Bowie,
Max Romeo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Skatalites,
The Fortunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reagan Youth,
The Doors,
Rapeman,
Fear,
Donny Hathaway,
Index,
Rod Modell,
Soft Cell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.