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 Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Holger Czukay 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 Youth Brigade to the grime 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Joe Smooth,
The Monochrome Set,
Minnie Riperton,
Morten Harket,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Index,
Iggy Pop,
One Last Wish,
Yaz,
The Tremeloes,
Quando Quango,
Duran Duran,
Magma,
Hasil Adkins,
The Leaves,
Yazoo,
D'Angelo,
Model 500,
Harry Pussy,
Loose Ends,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brothers Johnson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cowsills,
Flipper,
Chrome,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soul II Soul,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Henry Cow,
The Doors,
Sam Rivers,
The Human League,
The Raincoats,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barrington Levy,
Marc Almond,
Tommy Roe,
Television Personalities,
Ohio Players,
Rod Modell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terry Callier,
Q65,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Graham Central Station,
Hardrive,
The Blues Magoos,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wasted Youth,
Ponytail,
Boredoms,
Bronski Beat,
Joey Negro,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.