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 Dominican Republic and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pop Group to the grime 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Minnie Riperton,
Cal Tjader,
Buzzcocks,
Archie Shepp,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ohio Players,
Duran Duran,
The Selecter,
Henry Cow,
Marmalade,
Davy DMX,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sällskapet,
Reuben Wilson,
Sister Nancy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stiv Bators,
Kas Product,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hashim,
Skriet,
The Stooges,
Aaron Thompson,
Neil Young,
Graham Central Station,
Soft Cell,
X-101,
Pierre Henry,
Das Ding,
a-ha,
Isaac Hayes,
Aloha Tigers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Whodini,
Y Pants,
Sam Rivers,
Joyce Sims,
The Beau Brummels,
Lower 48,
Blake Baxter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Smiths,
Grauzone,
Siglo XX,
The Real Kids,
Joensuu 1685,
Average White Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Danielle Patucci,
Big Daddy Kane,
Anakelly,
Fela Kuti,
Ten City,
Jacques Brel,
the Normal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cramps,
Scan 7,
Howard Jones,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.