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 Sierra Leone and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Depeche Mode to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Jeff Mills,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Shuggie Otis,
Lower 48,
Wings,
Guru Guru,
Anthony Braxton,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Severed Heads,
the Slits,
The Skatalites,
Lightning Bolt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The J.B.'s,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eddi Front,
Junior Murvin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yusef Lateef,
Country Teasers,
Babytalk,
The Victims,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Albert Ayler,
Pagans,
Scrapy,
The Last Poets,
The Zeros,
the Human League,
Cluster,
Monks,
Grauzone,
Jacques Brel,
Saccharine Trust,
Amazonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
T.S.O.L.,
Alice Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
Freddie Wadling,
Essential Logic,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Frankie Knuckles,
Reagan Youth,
Scion,
Infiniti,
The Dirtbombs,
Dennis Brown,
The Stooges,
The Fall,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nico,
The Young Rascals,
JFA,
Barbara Tucker,
Trumans Water,
Erykah Badu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.