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 Norway and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Anakelly to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Kinks,
Roxette,
The Mojo Men,
The Seeds,
DJ Style,
X-102,
Vainqueur,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ice-T,
The Last Poets,
Sun City Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeff Mills,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-101,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy Collins,
Eve St. Jones,
The Count Five,
Zapp,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hot Snakes,
The Angels of Light,
Marine Girls,
Ohio Players,
the Soft Cell,
Brass Construction,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stiv Bators,
Grey Daturas,
Bush Tetras,
Television Personalities,
Swans,
Donald Byrd,
Letta Mbulu,
Depeche Mode,
Main Source,
The Fall,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang of Four,
Aaron Thompson,
The Five Americans,
Parry Music,
The Standells,
The Moody Blues,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Agitation Free,
Smog,
Magazine,
Piero Umiliani,
Mad Mike,
Ultravox,
The Slits,
Little Man,
Yellowson,
Sister Nancy,
The Evens,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.