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 Switzerland and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Mad Mike to the rock 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric Copeland,
Janne Schatter,
Trumans Water,
Bluetip,
Kayak,
Michelle Simonal,
Brass Construction,
Derrick Morgan,
Cecil Taylor,
June Days,
Stockholm Monsters,
Surgeon,
Sandy B,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Can,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Anthony Braxton,
The New Christs,
Robert Hood,
Sun City Girls,
The J.B.'s,
The Smiths,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Oblivians,
Tim Buckley,
Funkadelic,
The Saints,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scan 7,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Matthew Bourne,
The Wake,
Sam Rivers,
Visage,
The Standells,
E-Dancer,
Joyce Sims,
Flipper,
Amon Düül II,
Chris & Cosey,
Stiv Bators,
UT,
Skaos,
Lalann,
Joe Finger,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dead C,
The Evens,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Slits,
Bauhaus,
cv313,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.