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 Uruguay and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Lou Reed 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 jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
The Angels of Light,
Judy Mowatt,
Todd Terry,
CMW,
The Slits,
Black Sheep,
John Coltrane,
A Certain Ratio,
The Tremeloes,
Max Romeo,
Ludus,
Alton Ellis,
Eric Dolphy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Easy Going,
Wings,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liliput,
The Five Americans,
Index,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Christie,
Joe Smooth,
Janne Schatter,
David McCallum,
Stetsasonic,
Cluster,
The Cowsills,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Qualms,
Japan,
Glenn Branca,
Howard Jones,
Terry Callier,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mad Mike,
Rites of Spring,
Moebius,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quando Quango,
The Divine Comedy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Soft Cell,
The Remains,
Quadrant,
Circle Jerks,
Arcadia,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Warsaw,
Patti Smith,
Scan 7,
Sugar Minott,
Wasted Youth,
The Real Kids,
Ituana,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
Zapp,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.