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 Argentina and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Reuben Wilson to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies 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 dance 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Althea and Donna,
Black Bananas,
Trumans Water,
Ossler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Buckinghams,
R.M.O.,
The Smiths,
the Bar-Kays,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barry Ungar,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chrome,
The Move,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DJ Style,
Ohio Players,
The Techniques,
X-101,
MC5,
Motorama,
Tommy Roe,
Soulsonic Force,
Moebius,
Juan Atkins,
Grey Daturas,
Danielle Patucci,
Suburban Knight,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-Ray Spex,
The Happenings,
Stockholm Monsters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Susan Cadogan,
Quadrant,
Clear Light,
Rod Modell,
Little Man,
The Gap Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Joyce Sims,
The Misunderstood,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Selecter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Buzzcocks,
Swell Maps,
The American Breed,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Underground Resistance,
Chris Corsano,
Glenn Branca,
Technova,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric Dolphy,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.