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 Korea South and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Vladislav Delay,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sound,
Trumans Water,
T. Rex,
Kerri Chandler,
Underground Resistance,
One Last Wish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nils Olav,
Derrick Morgan,
the Germs,
Lindisfarne,
Desert Stars,
Public Enemy,
Brand Nubian,
Derrick May,
Dennis Brown,
The Cramps,
Mission of Burma,
The Index,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grauzone,
Ornette Coleman,
Spoonie Gee,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Colin Newman,
MDC,
Simply Red,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultravox,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Skatalites,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Max Romeo,
The Toasters,
Bush Tetras,
Ultra Naté,
Rekid,
The Electric Prunes,
Minny Pops,
Freddie Wadling,
Bronski Beat,
Tommy Roe,
Rakim,
Nico,
Graham Central Station,
Heaven 17,
Maurizio,
Duran Duran,
The Blues Magoos,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kas Product,
Tres Demented,
Sun Ra,
Cecil Taylor,
Parry Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.