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 Palau and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Reagan Youth to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Freddie Wadling record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Sister Nancy,
Section 25,
The Offenders,
Dark Day,
Slave,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Negative Approach,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cymande,
Depeche Mode,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
JFA,
Monolake,
Pussy Galore,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rapeman,
Faust,
Moby Grape,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soulsonic Force,
Heaven 17,
The Monochrome Set,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neu!,
Pantaleimon,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Byrd,
Moss Icon,
Vladislav Delay,
Yazoo,
Gong,
The Residents,
Robert Wyatt,
The Associates,
Neil Young,
Fort Wilson Riot,
MDC,
F. McDonald,
The Misunderstood,
Sandy B,
Arab on Radar,
Alton Ellis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Average White Band,
Whodini,
Ponytail,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed,
Hoover,
Erykah Badu,
The Pretty Things,
Toni Rubio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Busters,
Scott Walker,
The American Breed,
Alice Coltrane,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.