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 Mexico 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Harry Pussy,
Sällskapet,
Faraquet,
The Black Dice,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fluxion,
Trumans Water,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Maurizio,
Joey Negro,
Drexciya,
Brand Nubian,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tomorrow,
Joy Division,
The United States of America,
T.S.O.L.,
Scion,
Morten Harket,
Alice Coltrane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ornette Coleman,
cv313,
Saccharine Trust,
The Golliwogs,
Country Teasers,
Sandy B,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Durutti Column,
Ultimate Spinach,
CMW,
Ituana,
Mantronix,
One Last Wish,
Roxy Music,
Pantaleimon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Henry Cow,
Monks,
Wolf Eyes,
The Move,
Marvin Gaye,
Iggy Pop,
Sun Ra,
Khruangbin,
Don Cherry,
The Star Department,
Ultravox,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gladiators,
Crime,
The Fugs,
Jeff Mills,
Gong,
Second Layer,
Soft Machine,
Black Moon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Warsaw,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.