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 Guatemala and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Average White Band to the rap 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
The Skatalites,
Robert Görl,
Chris & Cosey,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Sonics,
Ronan,
D'Angelo,
Hasil Adkins,
Agent Orange,
John Cale,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Section 25,
Y Pants,
Barrington Levy,
Underground Resistance,
Thompson Twins,
Amon Düül,
Radiohead,
Yazoo,
Franke,
Nils Olav,
Sight & Sound,
Fat Boys,
The Standells,
Public Enemy,
The Slits,
Arcadia,
the Human League,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Althea and Donna,
Sun City Girls,
The Raincoats,
The Cowsills,
Tom Boy,
The Techniques,
Janne Schatter,
David Axelrod,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Sheep,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soul II Soul,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-101,
Simply Red,
Procol Harum,
Gang Green,
Bill Near,
The Last Poets,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ornette Coleman,
Gabor Szabo,
Cal Tjader,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dennis Brown,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-102,
AZ,
Terry Callier,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.