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 Kuwait and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Fela Kuti to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wire,
Technova,
Adolescents,
Jacob Miller,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Circle Jerks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crime,
The Invisible,
Maleditus Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Real Kids,
The Happenings,
Fatback Band,
Minny Pops,
Grauzone,
The Human League,
Panda Bear,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mission of Burma,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tom Boy,
Joensuu 1685,
Section 25,
Graham Central Station,
Anthony Braxton,
Derrick May,
Cluster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David Bowie,
Althea and Donna,
Wolf Eyes,
Sonic Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cowsills,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chris Corsano,
New Age Steppers,
Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soul II Soul,
The Electric Prunes,
The Remains,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Green,
Hardrive,
Minnie Riperton,
Radio Birdman,
Q and Not U,
Quadrant,
Alice Coltrane,
Royal Trux,
The Gladiators,
New Order,
The Slackers,
Rites of Spring,
Surgeon,
Fad Gadget,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.