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 Cape Verde and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 Fluxion to the grime 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Visage,
Kenny Larkin,
the Fania All-Stars,
U.S. Maple,
The Buckinghams,
Lalann,
Eric B and Rakim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
48th St. Collective,
Eurythmics,
Siglo XX,
CMW,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
June of 44,
Kevin Saunderson,
Matthew Bourne,
Bootsy Collins,
The Move,
Buzzcocks,
Black Sheep,
Y Pants,
Japan,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-102,
The Residents,
PIL,
The Vogues,
Radio Birdman,
Kurtis Blow,
Bad Manners,
Half Japanese,
Unwound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Big Daddy Kane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Judy Mowatt,
The Monochrome Set,
Neu!,
The Human League,
The J.B.'s,
Subhumans,
Aaron Thompson,
KRS-One,
Peter and Kerry,
Essential Logic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Circle Jerks,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Womack,
China Crisis,
Tim Buckley,
Moebius,
Agent Orange,
Can,
Liliput,
Lalo Schifrin,
New York Dolls,
Hot Snakes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.