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 Oman and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Dorothy Ashby to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Althea and Donna,
Ralphi Rosario,
Suicide,
Nik Kershaw,
Lower 48,
Flash Fearless,
Cymande,
Don Cherry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grauzone,
Grandmaster Flash,
Silicon Teens,
AZ,
Public Enemy,
Dual Sessions,
The Electric Prunes,
Donny Hathaway,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oblivians,
Nils Olav,
John Lydon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Idris Muhammad,
Nas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moebius,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Altered Images,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blancmange,
Sandy B,
Youth Brigade,
Kurtis Blow,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Sherman,
Sarah Menescal,
Deadbeat,
Intrusion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kerri Chandler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gladiators,
Arab on Radar,
Amon Düül,
FM Einheit,
Underground Resistance,
June Days,
the Slits,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crispian St. Peters,
ABBA,
Electric Prunes,
The Divine Comedy,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.