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 New Zealand and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joey Negro to the electroclash 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
the Swans,
Moebius,
Juan Atkins,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Star Department,
Derrick May,
Warsaw,
Scion,
Aloha Tigers,
Gregory Isaacs,
K-Klass,
Rod Modell,
Gang Green,
Aural Exciters,
The Mummies,
Scan 7,
The Count Five,
Mark Hollis,
Tom Boy,
Hardrive,
Stereo Dub,
E-Dancer,
The Black Dice,
Johnny Clarke,
Cybotron,
Gong,
Nico,
Cal Tjader,
Rosa Yemen,
Basic Channel,
The Seeds,
Eddi Front,
Peter & Gordon,
Talk Talk,
10cc,
Black Pus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wally Richardson,
Soft Cell,
Nils Olav,
Leonard Cohen,
Jacob Miller,
Joey Negro,
Brass Construction,
Soul Sonic Force,
Negative Approach,
Roy Ayers,
Jawbox,
Skarface,
Wings,
The Beau Brummels,
48th St. Collective,
Junior Murvin,
Ornette Coleman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fire Engines,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.