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 Dominican Republic and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Grandmaster Flash to the electroclash 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Marcia Griffiths,
Heaven 17,
Reuben Wilson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Livin' Joy,
Sound Behaviour,
John Cale,
Dual Sessions,
Kaleidoscope,
R.M.O.,
The Zeros,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flash Fearless,
Ice-T,
Zero Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Magma,
the Soft Cell,
CMW,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Country Teasers,
Pole,
LL Cool J,
Bauhaus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Technova,
A Certain Ratio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Colin Newman,
H. Thieme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Golliwogs,
The Seeds,
The Searchers,
Sam Rivers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Grass Roots,
Kas Product,
Malaria!,
Fad Gadget,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hot Snakes,
Main Source,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fire Engines,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Smoke,
Ituana,
Kevin Saunderson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deepchord,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Toasters,
The Associates,
Talk Talk,
The Walker Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
Soft Machine,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.