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 Somalia and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nick Fraelich to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
kango's stein massive,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doors,
Chrome,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Pus,
Ludus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fad Gadget,
The Happenings,
Scrapy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Infiniti,
Gang Starr,
Michelle Simonal,
Ten City,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cal Tjader,
Drexciya,
Thompson Twins,
Nirvana,
Barry Ungar,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Black Dice,
Heaven 17,
Flipper,
Iggy Pop,
Pagans,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Motions,
Leonard Cohen,
Josef K,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Interpol,
Duran Duran,
Byron Stingily,
Johnny Clarke,
The Blackbyrds,
Minnie Riperton,
Zapp,
Mark Hollis,
Bill Near,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Saints,
Maleditus Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
The Toasters,
Echospace,
Suburban Knight,
Procol Harum,
Sexual Harrassment,
OOIOO,
10cc,
Traffic Nightmare,
Buzzcocks,
Lower 48,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Supertramp,
Monolake,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.