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 Georgia and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Harry Pussy,
Fatback Band,
Jeff Mills,
Massinfluence,
Index,
Neil Young,
Loose Ends,
Barbara Tucker,
Joy Division,
Neu!,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Womack,
Graham Central Station,
Sandy B,
Inner City,
Mary Jane Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gabor Szabo,
New Order,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Circle Jerks,
Minny Pops,
The Stooges,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Intrusion,
Josef K,
John Foxx,
The Buckinghams,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cecil Taylor,
Dual Sessions,
The Moody Blues,
MC5,
Joe Finger,
Nils Olav,
UT,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fluxion,
Mad Mike,
Jacques Brel,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dead C,
DJ Sneak,
Main Source,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Letta Mbulu,
Moebius,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Livin' Joy,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun City Girls,
Sparks,
Fat Boys,
New York Dolls,
Man Parrish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.