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 Croatia and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Marcia Griffiths,
Byron Stingily,
F. McDonald,
Mad Mike,
Absolute Body Control,
Monks,
Yazoo,
Barrington Levy,
Marmalade,
Bill Wells,
Sparks,
Urselle,
Terry Callier,
The Monks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Anthony Braxton,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Certain Ratio,
the Swans,
Surgeon,
Au Pairs,
B.T. Express,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unrelated Segments,
Fugazi,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eddi Front,
Henry Cow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alphaville,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Raincoats,
Bad Manners,
The American Breed,
Country Teasers,
The Blues Magoos,
Skarface,
The Slits,
Harmonia,
Khruangbin,
Icehouse,
KRS-One,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Heaven 17,
Ituana,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Subhumans,
The Zeros,
Kaleidoscope,
X-101,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Starr,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dead C,
10cc,
Spoonie Gee,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.