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 Tonga and from London.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare 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 Rhythm & Sound to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Steve Hackett,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lower 48,
Minnie Riperton,
Grauzone,
Archie Shepp,
Radiohead,
Sugar Minott,
Kurtis Blow,
Kaleidoscope,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hashim,
Television,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Five Americans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marshall Jefferson,
Intrusion,
Kenny Larkin,
Loose Ends,
Jeff Lynne,
The Selecter,
Agitation Free,
Brothers Johnson,
China Crisis,
Rapeman,
Alton Ellis,
Soft Machine,
Fear,
Yellowson,
Soulsonic Force,
Glenn Branca,
Drive Like Jehu,
Reagan Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Reuben Wilson,
Tres Demented,
Robert Wyatt,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultravox,
The Invisible,
Scion,
Big Daddy Kane,
David Axelrod,
Gang Green,
Negative Approach,
Bronski Beat,
Matthew Halsall,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fuzztones,
Infiniti,
The Stooges,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barry Ungar,
June Days,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.