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 Antigua and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Lightning Bolt to the rock 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Pierre Henry,
Visage,
Cybotron,
Lucky Dragons,
Kaleidoscope,
Underground Resistance,
The Mojo Men,
Los Fastidios,
Reuben Wilson,
Harry Pussy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joey Negro,
Second Layer,
Alice Coltrane,
Make Up,
Country Teasers,
Pagans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Selecter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
E-Dancer,
The Five Americans,
The Fugs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Guru Guru,
Sällskapet,
Wolf Eyes,
Fat Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barrington Levy,
Idris Muhammad,
Derrick Morgan,
La Düsseldorf,
Skriet,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sonics,
Lower 48,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Bourne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Human League,
Dual Sessions,
Loose Ends,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
ABC,
Can,
Boz Scaggs,
Trumans Water,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wally Richardson,
Goldenarms,
Slick Rick,
Swans,
Black Sheep,
Crash Course in Science,
Rites of Spring,
Mantronix,
Wings,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.