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 Saudi Arabia and from Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 Au Pairs to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Slits,
The Neon Judgement,
Severed Heads,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Angry Samoans,
The Happenings,
Tommy Roe,
Black Sheep,
Minor Threat,
Make Up,
Sex Pistols,
ABC,
Bobby Womack,
Carl Craig,
China Crisis,
Mo-Dettes,
Deadbeat,
Pole,
Judy Mowatt,
Dawn Penn,
Little Man,
Echospace,
Tubeway Army,
The Zeros,
The Smiths,
X-102,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yellowson,
Crime,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yazoo,
The Slackers,
The Velvet Underground,
Mantronix,
The Toasters,
Bronski Beat,
Davy DMX,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cameo,
Brick,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Zero Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Kayak,
Buzzcocks,
Joe Smooth,
Stiv Bators,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mr. Review,
Brass Construction,
Gang Green,
a-ha,
The Skatalites,
DNA,
The Dead C,
CMW,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.