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 Thailand and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Rotary Connection to the techno 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Absolute Body Control,
Quando Quango,
Fear,
The Dirtbombs,
Danielle Patucci,
Scott Walker,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lightning Bolt,
Hoover,
John Foxx,
Alice Coltrane,
John Holt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aswad,
Faraquet,
JFA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eddi Front,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter & Gordon,
The Angels of Light,
Eric Dolphy,
Marmalade,
Gang Starr,
The Walker Brothers,
Oneida,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Altered Images,
June Days,
R.M.O.,
Popol Vuh,
Freddie Wadling,
Jawbox,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Make Up,
Bobby Sherman,
Excepter,
Reagan Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
Franke,
Country Teasers,
Bill Wells,
Aloha Tigers,
The Durutti Column,
Vladislav Delay,
The Divine Comedy,
Talk Talk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Junior Murvin,
Wolf Eyes,
This Heat,
Tim Buckley,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dorothy Ashby,
Todd Rundgren,
Idris Muhammad,
Lindisfarne,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.