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 Monaco and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Holger Czukay 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Letta Mbulu,
Pere Ubu,
John Holt,
Althea and Donna,
Sam Rivers,
Albert Ayler,
The Moody Blues,
Toni Rubio,
Jeff Lynne,
Piero Umiliani,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Magma,
Agitation Free,
D'Angelo,
Desert Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Pierre Henry,
Lungfish,
Hasil Adkins,
Chris Corsano,
Kenny Larkin,
The Grass Roots,
Amazonics,
Gang Starr,
LL Cool J,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Womack,
Slave,
Qualms,
Skarface,
The Gap Band,
Urselle,
Shuggie Otis,
Archie Shepp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mummies,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jawbox,
The Durutti Column,
Oneida,
Altered Images,
R.M.O.,
Dawn Penn,
The Blues Magoos,
Pole,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Byron Stingily,
Skaos,
ABBA,
8 Eyed Spy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roxy Music,
Marcia Griffiths,
Popol Vuh,
Minny Pops,
The Cowsills,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeff Mills,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.