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 Chad and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Harmonia 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Nation of Ulysses,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
B.T. Express,
Das Ding,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cluster,
Rosa Yemen,
Wasted Youth,
The Fortunes,
Black Flag,
Fluxion,
KRS-One,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tom Boy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gories,
Blake Baxter,
Duran Duran,
Model 500,
Anthony Braxton,
Kas Product,
Organ,
The Red Krayola,
Con Funk Shun,
The Searchers,
DJ Style,
the Association,
Make Up,
the Fania All-Stars,
The American Breed,
Depeche Mode,
Barrington Levy,
Sparks,
The Wake,
Bill Wells,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minor Threat,
Peter & Gordon,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fall,
The Trojans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oblivians,
The Invisible,
a-ha,
The Vogues,
Stereo Dub,
K-Klass,
Buzzcocks,
The Blackbyrds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Sherman,
Matthew Halsall,
Hot Snakes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.