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 Montenegro and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
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 linndrum 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 The Monks to the grunge 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pagans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arcadia,
Letta Mbulu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Bananas,
The Gories,
Joyce Sims,
Funky Four + One,
Ice-T,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Saints,
Franke,
Amazonics,
Eric Copeland,
cv313,
A Certain Ratio,
The Golliwogs,
Adolescents,
Laurel Aitken,
Scott Walker,
Albert Ayler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Babytalk,
Pantaleimon,
Procol Harum,
Darondo,
Althea and Donna,
Stereo Dub,
Todd Rundgren,
Trumans Water,
Clear Light,
Cheater Slicks,
Man Parrish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Massinfluence,
Heaven 17,
Accadde A,
Thee Headcoats,
Subhumans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lalo Schifrin,
Agitation Free,
The Happenings,
DJ Sneak,
D'Angelo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aural Exciters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gap Band,
Blossom Toes,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Real Kids,
June of 44,
The Kinks,
Scrapy,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.