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 Macedonia and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Magazine to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Ponytail,
Hot Snakes,
Japan,
Rotary Connection,
Kas Product,
Slave,
The Neon Judgement,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Funkadelic,
B.T. Express,
Fad Gadget,
The Grass Roots,
Yazoo,
Niagra,
Dead Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sarah Menescal,
Intrusion,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arcadia,
Cecil Taylor,
Tres Demented,
Hashim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Residents,
UT,
Sam Rivers,
Saccharine Trust,
Massinfluence,
Accadde A,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
JFA,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Gang Dance,
10cc,
Pussy Galore,
Black Flag,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kayak,
The Motions,
Junior Murvin,
Matthew Bourne,
Popol Vuh,
David Axelrod,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Sherman,
Andrew Hill,
Siglo XX,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gabor Szabo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quantec,
The J.B.'s,
Black Bananas,
48th St. Collective,
Alton Ellis,
Marc Almond,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.