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 Denmark and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 The Mummies to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
The Barracudas,
Bootsy Collins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cramps,
Lyres,
The Techniques,
Chris Corsano,
Brick,
Kurtis Blow,
Barry Ungar,
John Holt,
Black Moon,
The Five Americans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Howard Jones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Spandau Ballet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joensuu 1685,
KRS-One,
Arthur Verocai,
Kerrie Biddell,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Zeros,
Siglo XX,
Peter & Gordon,
Bad Manners,
Agitation Free,
the Germs,
Eve St. Jones,
PIL,
Camouflage,
Moss Icon,
David Axelrod,
Mark Hollis,
Scan 7,
Idris Muhammad,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Flag,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Accadde A,
Fela Kuti,
Eddi Front,
Donald Byrd,
Marine Girls,
Patti Smith,
The Motions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang of Four,
The Music Machine,
Zapp,
Iggy Pop,
Can,
8 Eyed Spy,
ABBA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lucky Dragons,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.