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 Czech Republic and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Derrick Morgan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yaz,
Colin Newman,
PIL,
Eric B and Rakim,
Clear Light,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wasted Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Womack,
Visage,
Cheater Slicks,
The Velvet Underground,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Liliput,
Blancmange,
Freddie Wadling,
The Smoke,
Ludus,
Absolute Body Control,
the Bar-Kays,
FM Einheit,
Laurel Aitken,
Bizarre Inc.,
B.T. Express,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Remains,
Idris Muhammad,
Lindisfarne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Litter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Buzzcocks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
K-Klass,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lightning Bolt,
Pussy Galore,
Brand Nubian,
Symarip,
The Blackbyrds,
Sight & Sound,
Accadde A,
Eden Ahbez,
Matthew Halsall,
Drexciya,
Roxy Music,
The Sonics,
Patti Smith,
Soft Machine,
Pierre Henry,
Electric Prunes,
Tres Demented,
48th St. Collective,
Saccharine Trust,
Fear,
Rakim,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.