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 Sierra Leone and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 Joey Negro to the techno 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Piero Umiliani,
The Golliwogs,
Rosa Yemen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fela Kuti,
Kurtis Blow,
Bob Dylan,
Arthur Verocai,
Symarip,
Gang Starr,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-101,
Eddi Front,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Busters,
the Fania All-Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
F. McDonald,
Minutemen,
Neu!,
World's Most,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Essential Logic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chrome,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
In Retrospect,
John Lydon,
Supertramp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Toni Rubio,
JFA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Remains,
Nirvana,
The Standells,
The Music Machine,
Max Romeo,
The Offenders,
MDC,
Jerry's Kids,
Main Source,
Jawbox,
Aswad,
Clear Light,
Funky Four + One,
Harmonia,
the Slits,
Erasure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.