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 Yemen and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Eurythmics to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Organ,
Brothers Johnson,
Qualms,
Q and Not U,
Cheater Slicks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Funkadelic,
The Human League,
The Electric Prunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Bananas,
The Divine Comedy,
Das Ding,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quantec,
Mad Mike,
The Five Americans,
Blossom Toes,
Sandy B,
The Young Rascals,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Idris Muhammad,
Glenn Branca,
Newcleus,
Kas Product,
Crooked Eye,
The Music Machine,
Janne Schatter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Desert Stars,
Eli Mardock,
Guru Guru,
The Zeros,
The Monks,
Chris Corsano,
Hoover,
Robert Görl,
Kayak,
The Beau Brummels,
Jesper Dahlback,
Supertramp,
Gang Gang Dance,
Intrusion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ronnie Foster,
Skarface,
Eve St. Jones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scrapy,
The Grass Roots,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moby Grape,
Sex Pistols,
The Walker Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mark Hollis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Country Teasers,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.