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 Malawi and from Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Fad Gadget to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crime,
Sam Rivers,
Banda Bassotti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scan 7,
The Monochrome Set,
The Knickerbockers,
The Residents,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rakim,
Marmalade,
Monolake,
Essential Logic,
Lower 48,
Lightning Bolt,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Al Stewart,
Matthew Halsall,
Kaleidoscope,
Dawn Penn,
Carl Craig,
Negative Approach,
Drexciya,
Tres Demented,
Swell Maps,
Funky Four + One,
Grauzone,
The Searchers,
The Seeds,
Ice-T,
Main Source,
Camberwell Now,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The New Christs,
Neu!,
CMW,
Bill Near,
New Order,
Bush Tetras,
The Smiths,
Con Funk Shun,
Eden Ahbez,
Babytalk,
The Divine Comedy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Can,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ossler,
Yellowson,
Junior Murvin,
The Beau Brummels,
Jacques Brel,
New York Dolls,
Shuggie Otis,
The Zeros,
Matthew Bourne,
Skarface,
Amazonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Associates,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.