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 Algeria and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
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 snare 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 Bill Near to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Bob Dylan,
Kas Product,
Alphaville,
Motorama,
PIL,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rufus Thomas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roger Hodgson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Funky Four + One,
The Blackbyrds,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Index,
The Searchers,
X-101,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Smog,
Section 25,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aswad,
Big Daddy Kane,
Excepter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lower 48,
Niagra,
Sister Nancy,
Aaron Thompson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tom Boy,
Yellowson,
Robert Hood,
Negative Approach,
Echospace,
Gabor Szabo,
Mantronix,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Sound Behaviour,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sight & Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Lightning Bolt,
Zapp,
Absolute Body Control,
Yusef Lateef,
Harry Pussy,
The Dave Clark Five,
B.T. Express,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Sherman,
Franke,
MC5,
Babytalk,
Alison Limerick,
Delta 5,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.