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 Liechtenstein and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Minnie Riperton to the crunk 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Whodini,
Radio Birdman,
The Raincoats,
Josef K,
Lou Reed,
Lower 48,
Donny Hathaway,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moss Icon,
Lalann,
the Bar-Kays,
Joe Smooth,
Eurythmics,
Andrew Hill,
Groovy Waters,
Los Fastidios,
Tres Demented,
Liliput,
the Slits,
Sound Behaviour,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Move,
Delta 5,
Japan,
Supertramp,
Joe Finger,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Last Poets,
Junior Murvin,
Barrington Levy,
Brand Nubian,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang of Four,
Idris Muhammad,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eden Ahbez,
Yusef Lateef,
Lungfish,
Barry Ungar,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Absolute Body Control,
Unrelated Segments,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scott Walker,
Shuggie Otis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yaz,
Morten Harket,
Godley & Creme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mad Mike,
Blake Baxter,
Kas Product,
The Mojo Men,
Black Pus,
Babytalk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.