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 Canada and from London.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Remains,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Residents,
The Busters,
Aloha Tigers,
B.T. Express,
Archie Shepp,
Skarface,
Ultra Naté,
Kool Moe Dee,
Depeche Mode,
Khruangbin,
Bootsy Collins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dawn Penn,
Sight & Sound,
X-101,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tom Boy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rhythm & Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eve St. Jones,
The Slackers,
Sam Rivers,
Talk Talk,
Letta Mbulu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mary Jane Girls,
AZ,
John Foxx,
Sun City Girls,
Zapp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fortunes,
Icehouse,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Danielle Patucci,
Cheater Slicks,
Stereo Dub,
Section 25,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chrome,
Trumans Water,
Colin Newman,
Loose Ends,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sixth Finger,
Maurizio,
Joyce Sims,
Eric Dolphy,
Magma,
Marmalade,
Rod Modell,
Arcadia,
Brick,
Warsaw,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.