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 Tanzania and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
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 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 Eric Copeland to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-101,
Tomorrow,
World's Most,
The Leaves,
Junior Murvin,
Los Fastidios,
The Doors,
Fad Gadget,
Negative Approach,
Outsiders,
David Axelrod,
The Dead C,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
This Heat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Massinfluence,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Excepter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Green,
The Skatalites,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jacob Miller,
Colin Newman,
New Age Steppers,
The Mummies,
Procol Harum,
Robert Görl,
Lower 48,
U.S. Maple,
Monolake,
Desert Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
Absolute Body Control,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ronan,
Malaria!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kaleidoscope,
David McCallum,
Amon Düül,
Al Stewart,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neil Young,
Lungfish,
Susan Cadogan,
Joy Division,
Gang of Four,
Robert Hood,
New Order,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zapp,
Pulsallama,
Quadrant,
Smog,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Bar-Kays,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.