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 Nigeria and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Litter to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Mo-Dettes,
Q and Not U,
Steve Hackett,
Pylon,
Gong,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Von Mondo,
Sun City Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Spandau Ballet,
Panda Bear,
Bill Near,
Ituana,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sarah Menescal,
Massinfluence,
Gang of Four,
the Bar-Kays,
Blossom Toes,
the Soft Cell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Erykah Badu,
Pussy Galore,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lebanon Hanover,
Half Japanese,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Sherman,
Joe Smooth,
Marc Almond,
Inner City,
Easy Going,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terry Callier,
Darondo,
The Raincoats,
Neil Young,
Agent Orange,
The Fuzztones,
David Axelrod,
Supertramp,
OOIOO,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sister Nancy,
Grey Daturas,
The Modern Lovers,
Kayak,
Pulsallama,
Mr. Review,
Gichy Dan,
JFA,
Deadbeat,
Suicide,
Amon Düül II,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Byrd,
Kas Product,
Trumans Water,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.