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 Grenada and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Bronski Beat to the funk 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Circle Jerks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kaleidoscope,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Toasters,
Index,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The American Breed,
Eurythmics,
Slave,
The Pretty Things,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Josef K,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Basic Channel,
Spoonie Gee,
Fluxion,
Colin Newman,
Cameo,
kango's stein massive,
Symarip,
David Bowie,
Sun Ra,
Ultra Naté,
John Lydon,
F. McDonald,
Pere Ubu,
Kas Product,
Oblivians,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
Rites of Spring,
The Cramps,
Dave Gahan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sarah Menescal,
Erasure,
Peter and Kerry,
Organ,
Black Sheep,
Roy Ayers,
Joey Negro,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Little Man,
Skarface,
Matthew Halsall,
Charles Mingus,
Deakin,
The Dirtbombs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arcadia,
The Vogues,
Los Fastidios,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alton Ellis,
Mark Hollis,
Kenny Larkin,
B.T. Express,
Stereo Dub,
Letta Mbulu,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.