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 Monaco and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Shuggie Otis,
Pierre Henry,
Nils Olav,
the Association,
Morten Harket,
Reagan Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
AZ,
Derrick Morgan,
Lyres,
The Mighty Diamonds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Subhumans,
Soft Cell,
Eve St. Jones,
Index,
Franke,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camberwell Now,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Depeche Mode,
Fat Boys,
Bad Manners,
Pantaleimon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cal Tjader,
Kurtis Blow,
Loose Ends,
Sam Rivers,
David McCallum,
Rites of Spring,
Basic Channel,
Black Sheep,
Rosa Yemen,
Khruangbin,
Visage,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bluetip,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
June Days,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mummies,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
cv313,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soulsonic Force,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gong,
The Neon Judgement,
Scrapy,
Maleditus Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Thompson Twins,
David Axelrod,
Don Cherry,
Bill Wells,
Liliput,
Pharoah Sanders,
Heaven 17,
Derrick May,
Soft Machine,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.