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 India and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
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 synthesizer 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 Arcadia to the rap 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Minor Threat,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Pus,
Easy Going,
R.M.O.,
The Pretty Things,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
a-ha,
The Victims,
Suicide,
Amon Düül II,
OOIOO,
Neil Young,
Thee Headcoats,
Massinfluence,
Nik Kershaw,
Con Funk Shun,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultravox,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crash Course in Science,
The Blackbyrds,
the Sonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Al Stewart,
Gang Green,
La Düsseldorf,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fire Engines,
Blake Baxter,
Shoche,
Angry Samoans,
Soulsonic Force,
Clear Light,
Magazine,
Oneida,
James White and The Blacks,
David McCallum,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cal Tjader,
Accadde A,
Byron Stingily,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jawbox,
Rapeman,
Patti Smith,
Qualms,
Magma,
The Happenings,
Lalann,
Ronnie Foster,
Quadrant,
Bush Tetras,
Make Up,
Marc Almond,
The Searchers,
Gong,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rakim,
Isaac Hayes,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.