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 Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 Shuggie Otis to the electroclash 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
The Moody Blues,
Quantec,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moby Grape,
Skaos,
Marvin Gaye,
Eli Mardock,
Popol Vuh,
Mandrill,
The Saints,
Newcleus,
Minnie Riperton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Public Enemy,
Soft Machine,
Rotary Connection,
Josef K,
Skarface,
Al Stewart,
Camouflage,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Main Source,
Brass Construction,
Alison Limerick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sister Nancy,
Wire,
Marmalade,
Freddie Wadling,
Ludus,
Inner City,
The Monks,
Television Personalities,
DJ Style,
The Electric Prunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
June Days,
the Normal,
Joensuu 1685,
B.T. Express,
Tomorrow,
The Dead C,
10cc,
Anakelly,
The Gun Club,
ABBA,
Byron Stingily,
Sonic Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Metal Thangz,
Hot Snakes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cramps,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pulsallama,
Terry Callier,
H. Thieme,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.