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 Solomon Islands and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marshall Jefferson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
The American Breed,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
Ludus,
U.S. Maple,
Ossler,
Royal Trux,
Crime,
Maurizio,
Nas,
Niagra,
Prince Buster,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hashim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oblivians,
Warren Ellis,
Television Personalities,
Gang Gang Dance,
Easy Going,
The Motions,
The Human League,
Index,
Wire,
Harry Pussy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Star Department,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Little Man,
Shoche,
Blake Baxter,
The Monks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fugs,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-Ray Spex,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gap Band,
Youth Brigade,
Chris Corsano,
Minny Pops,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Morten Harket,
Mad Mike,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Count Five,
Pole,
Thompson Twins,
cv313,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kayak,
UT,
Depeche Mode,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.