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 Maldives and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Charles Mingus to the punk 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Aural Exciters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sarah Menescal,
The Birthday Party,
Reuben Wilson,
Infiniti,
Gichy Dan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Human League,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Five Americans,
Absolute Body Control,
Ten City,
Circle Jerks,
Scan 7,
Scientists,
Lalann,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Green,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stetsasonic,
The Techniques,
New Age Steppers,
Nils Olav,
Lower 48,
Thee Headcoats,
The Slackers,
Arab on Radar,
These Immortal Souls,
Magazine,
Sex Pistols,
Nation of Ulysses,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marine Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Wally Richardson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lindisfarne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wasted Youth,
Blancmange,
ABBA,
Little Man,
Roxette,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bad Manners,
Black Sheep,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kerri Chandler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DNA,
Funkadelic,
Pole,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.