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 Lithuania and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 David Bowie 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 Erykah Badu to the rap 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeff Mills,
Arthur Verocai,
Roy Ayers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare,
Scrapy,
Eric Dolphy,
Brick,
Sixth Finger,
Todd Rundgren,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bang On A Can,
The Litter,
Mantronix,
Pere Ubu,
Ralphi Rosario,
This Heat,
Con Funk Shun,
Rotary Connection,
Glenn Branca,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Grass Roots,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Angry Samoans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gories,
Yellowson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Smog,
Ronan,
Boz Scaggs,
Danielle Patucci,
48th St. Collective,
Dead Boys,
Zero Boys,
Pierre Henry,
The Busters,
Carl Craig,
Sparks,
Junior Murvin,
Chris Corsano,
Oneida,
MDC,
Cymande,
Neil Young,
Ken Boothe,
Harmonia,
Scion,
K-Klass,
Tomorrow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Groovy Waters,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Zeros,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.