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 Guinea-Bissau and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
The Index,
Excepter,
Angry Samoans,
Sister Nancy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neu!,
Hasil Adkins,
Prince Buster,
Bad Manners,
The Fuzztones,
The Monks,
Avey Tare,
Judy Mowatt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Coltrane,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Lydon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
A Certain Ratio,
Popol Vuh,
Slick Rick,
The Pop Group,
Sonic Youth,
New York Dolls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Absolute Body Control,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Skatalites,
The Pretty Things,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun City Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Minnie Riperton,
Masters at Work,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jacob Miller,
The Count Five,
The J.B.'s,
the Germs,
Arcadia,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DNA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wings,
The Offenders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Sherman,
The Slits,
Desert Stars,
Heaven 17,
Soulsonic Force,
Althea and Donna,
Barbara Tucker,
Faust,
Magma,
Don Cherry,
Carl Craig,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.