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 Guinea-Bissau and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Ralphi Rosario to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Buzzcocks,
Wasted Youth,
Hoover,
Mo-Dettes,
David Bowie,
Shuggie Otis,
The Last Poets,
Oblivians,
Angry Samoans,
The Fuzztones,
Spoonie Gee,
Aswad,
Joy Division,
The Angels of Light,
Con Funk Shun,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang of Four,
the Swans,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Coltrane,
Echospace,
The Fortunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rosa Yemen,
Alphaville,
The Knickerbockers,
Ten City,
Sun City Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Joe Smooth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Heaven 17,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bob Dylan,
Pole,
Lalann,
Symarip,
World's Most,
Alice Coltrane,
ABC,
David McCallum,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roxette,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
FM Einheit,
Brass Construction,
Eli Mardock,
Half Japanese,
Kevin Saunderson,
U.S. Maple,
Pharoah Sanders,
Maleditus Sound,
Model 500,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Negative Approach,
Maurizio,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.