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 Kiribati and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Brick to the funk 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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brand Nubian,
Tommy Roe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
This Heat,
Funkadelic,
Simply Red,
The Dirtbombs,
Y Pants,
The Flesh Eaters,
James White and The Blacks,
Hardrive,
Don Cherry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Q and Not U,
The Fall,
The Monks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Das Ding,
Joe Smooth,
The Index,
Faraquet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Foxx,
Anthony Braxton,
the Fania All-Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mark Hollis,
Maleditus Sound,
Joey Negro,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gladiators,
Radiopuhelimet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Easy Going,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Sherman,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Birthday Party,
Michelle Simonal,
Barry Ungar,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultravox,
Eric Dolphy,
Sugar Minott,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gichy Dan,
Radio Birdman,
The Monochrome Set,
Underground Resistance,
Arcadia,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.