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 Maldives and from Delhi.
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 Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 The Alarm Clocks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ossler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
L. Decosne,
Monks,
Cameo,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Sheep,
Connie Case,
The Black Dice,
the Slits,
Robert Görl,
The Moleskins,
DNA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Urselle,
Charles Mingus,
Swell Maps,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fire Engines,
Make Up,
Ossler,
Reagan Youth,
Aswad,
Circle Jerks,
Peter and Kerry,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tom Boy,
Schoolly D,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun Ra,
Heaven 17,
Erykah Badu,
The Leaves,
The Fall,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The American Breed,
Davy DMX,
Quadrant,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Christie,
Dark Day,
Amon Düül,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Second Layer,
Can,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
This Heat,
Scrapy,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Move,
Yellowson,
The Barracudas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Don Cherry,
X-102,
Infiniti,
John Cale,
The Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.