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 Kosovo and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bronski Beat to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Sister Nancy,
Underground Resistance,
Drexciya,
Cymande,
Jacob Miller,
Depeche Mode,
Steve Hackett,
The Cowsills,
Ohio Players,
The Slackers,
Quando Quango,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bush Tetras,
Camberwell Now,
Maurizio,
The Black Dice,
The Gap Band,
Brick,
Cameo,
Todd Terry,
Chris & Cosey,
The Count Five,
Minny Pops,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Junior Murvin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brass Construction,
The Move,
The American Breed,
Khruangbin,
Visage,
Stereo Dub,
Eric Copeland,
Black Pus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Toni Rubio,
Jerry's Kids,
Ronnie Foster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric Dolphy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Basic Channel,
Metal Thangz,
Chris Corsano,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun Ra,
Buzzcocks,
the Normal,
Outsiders,
the Slits,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Smiths,
Echospace,
Boz Scaggs,
Judy Mowatt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.