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 Kosovo and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Das Ding to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Sister Nancy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fall,
Dave Gahan,
The Saints,
Brass Construction,
The Neon Judgement,
Alison Limerick,
Japan,
Kenny Larkin,
Kas Product,
Accadde A,
8 Eyed Spy,
Zapp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
cv313,
Cybotron,
Peter and Kerry,
The Red Krayola,
Swell Maps,
The Fuzztones,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Byrd,
Lee Hazlewood,
Donald Byrd,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Tremeloes,
Connie Case,
The Misunderstood,
The Mojo Men,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minor Threat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stiv Bators,
Animal Collective,
Das Ding,
Supertramp,
Nas,
The Techniques,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Drexciya,
Steve Hackett,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Vogues,
Man Eating Sloth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Negative Approach,
Nico,
Funky Four + One,
Eli Mardock,
Amon Düül,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marmalade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.