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 Bangladesh 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Cluster to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Human League,
Barrington Levy,
Fat Boys,
The Happenings,
Television Personalities,
Pulsallama,
Sonny Sharrock,
Youth Brigade,
Moss Icon,
Mantronix,
The Busters,
The Motions,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dead C,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Neon Judgement,
Scion,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Guru Guru,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Howard Jones,
Jawbox,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lindisfarne,
Tom Boy,
Roger Hodgson,
cv313,
Zapp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Slits,
Alice Coltrane,
Talk Talk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
KRS-One,
The J.B.'s,
Lungfish,
The Trojans,
Popol Vuh,
Heaven 17,
Rosa Yemen,
Zero Boys,
Magma,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Flag,
Quando Quango,
Subhumans,
Mission of Burma,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Drexciya,
Severed Heads,
Lucky Dragons,
The Flesh Eaters,
Infiniti,
New York Dolls,
Archie Shepp,
Big Daddy Kane,
Whodini,
MDC,
David Axelrod,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.