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 Korea North 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
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 Sällskapet to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Saccharine Trust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jawbox,
B.T. Express,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Grass Roots,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Sheep,
Soul Sonic Force,
Motorama,
Hasil Adkins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Christie,
Brick,
Jacob Miller,
Carl Craig,
the Normal,
The Associates,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thompson Twins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Maleditus Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harry Pussy,
Jerry's Kids,
Ituana,
Lyres,
Agent Orange,
Freddie Wadling,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bush Tetras,
Reagan Youth,
Anakelly,
Minny Pops,
Royal Trux,
Rakim,
Moebius,
Khruangbin,
Quando Quango,
Dave Gahan,
Magma,
The Divine Comedy,
Godley & Creme,
Marvin Gaye,
Essential Logic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Qualms,
Cybotron,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Vogues,
Amon Düül II,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gories,
Organ,
Gang Starr,
The Music Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lalann,
Lungfish,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.