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 Croatia and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Black Flag to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rotary Connection,
Half Japanese,
Judy Mowatt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
the Association,
The Searchers,
Iggy Pop,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
PIL,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deakin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Swans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Drive Like Jehu,
China Crisis,
Arthur Verocai,
Nas,
Black Pus,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Donald Byrd,
Johnny Clarke,
The Selecter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Curtis Mayfield,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Suburban Knight,
The United States of America,
Technova,
Arcadia,
Gang Green,
A Certain Ratio,
Altered Images,
The Tremeloes,
Maurizio,
Ossler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Piero Umiliani,
Scan 7,
Wally Richardson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Walker Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
Mr. Review,
Parry Music,
Franke,
Robert Görl,
Tim Buckley,
Brass Construction,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lakeside,
Pole,
Scott Walker,
Lalann,
the Slits,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.