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 Afghanistan 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Traffic Nightmare to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pharoah Sanders,
Drexciya,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Womack,
Nico,
Dawn Penn,
The Leaves,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare,
Eli Mardock,
Harry Pussy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Susan Cadogan,
T. Rex,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gerry Rafferty,
DNA,
Nils Olav,
D'Angelo,
Soulsonic Force,
The Selecter,
Todd Terry,
Bootsy Collins,
Audionom,
Mandrill,
Kool Moe Dee,
Absolute Body Control,
Outsiders,
Godley & Creme,
Lungfish,
Youth Brigade,
Angry Samoans,
The United States of America,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lindisfarne,
James White and The Blacks,
B.T. Express,
Fluxion,
Surgeon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arcadia,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fall,
The Kinks,
Sam Rivers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rufus Thomas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.