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 Bangladesh 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
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 Holger Czukay 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 Agitation Free to the crunk 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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Suicide,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fugs,
The Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
Aswad,
The Mummies,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skriet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bill Near,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New Age Steppers,
Crooked Eye,
EPMD,
Man Eating Sloth,
Depeche Mode,
Pierre Henry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Slits,
Tom Boy,
The Selecter,
The Index,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yellowson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soul II Soul,
Tomorrow,
Adolescents,
The Angels of Light,
Howard Jones,
New York Dolls,
AZ,
David Bowie,
Grey Daturas,
Youth Brigade,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scientists,
Black Flag,
Bronski Beat,
John Cale,
Nick Fraelich,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Buzzcocks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Slackers,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Smiths,
Bill Wells,
Danielle Patucci,
Anthony Braxton,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Durutti Column,
Royal Trux,
The Moody Blues,
The Litter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skarface,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.