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 Mozambique and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Freddie Wadling to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kayak,
Angry Samoans,
The Durutti Column,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mojo Men,
Kaleidoscope,
FM Einheit,
Sandy B,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dorothy Ashby,
UT,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Isaac Hayes,
Alton Ellis,
The Beau Brummels,
Eddi Front,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terrestrial Tones,
Drexciya,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Raincoats,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
June of 44,
Panda Bear,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Procol Harum,
Bill Near,
Mandrill,
Essential Logic,
Rakim,
Sun Ra,
Ohio Players,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cecil Taylor,
Franke,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joensuu 1685,
10cc,
Black Pus,
Cameo,
Theoretical Girls,
Ponytail,
Easy Going,
Parry Music,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neil Young,
Moby Grape,
Thee Headcoats,
The Searchers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mad Mike,
Au Pairs,
Organ,
Al Stewart,
Bad Manners,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.