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 Cameroon and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Tim Buckley to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David Axelrod,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Tremeloes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Parry Music,
The Neon Judgement,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Human League,
X-Ray Spex,
The Velvet Underground,
Joyce Sims,
Fat Boys,
The Gun Club,
Bauhaus,
The Black Dice,
Basic Channel,
DJ Sneak,
Nirvana,
Newcleus,
Joe Smooth,
Easy Going,
Monolake,
The Grass Roots,
The Detroit Cobras,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sparks,
Radio Birdman,
Zero Boys,
The Kinks,
kango's stein massive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radiopuhelimet,
New Age Steppers,
Scrapy,
Thee Headcoats,
Alton Ellis,
Piero Umiliani,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cameo,
L. Decosne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amon Düül II,
Buzzcocks,
The Slits,
The Smiths,
Gang of Four,
Black Flag,
Amazonics,
Gang Green,
Porter Ricks,
Sun Ra,
Index,
The Martian,
The Invisible,
Minny Pops,
Sight & Sound,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.