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 Georgia and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
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 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 Heaven 17 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Aloha Tigers,
Zapp,
Loose Ends,
Jesper Dahlback,
FM Einheit,
Wally Richardson,
John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
Crime,
Subhumans,
Yellowson,
The Raincoats,
The New Christs,
Blake Baxter,
the Bar-Kays,
Unwound,
Duran Duran,
DNA,
Big Daddy Kane,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gastr Del Sol,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lower 48,
The United States of America,
L. Decosne,
Radio Birdman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Newcleus,
Darondo,
Massinfluence,
Kaleidoscope,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yazoo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Franke,
AZ,
Symarip,
Warren Ellis,
Idris Muhammad,
Marmalade,
F. McDonald,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fat Boys,
Lungfish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brass Construction,
Desert Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
Skarface,
Malaria!,
Magma,
Bauhaus,
The Black Dice,
Mo-Dettes,
Make Up,
Ituana,
Marc Almond,
Bill Wells,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rakim,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.