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 Syria 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the disco 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Rotary Connection,
Cecil Taylor,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
This Heat,
New York Dolls,
Wasted Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Can,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kerri Chandler,
Howard Jones,
Ken Boothe,
The Dirtbombs,
Althea and Donna,
Underground Resistance,
Pharoah Sanders,
ABBA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Colin Newman,
Ten City,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Kayak,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rod Modell,
John Coltrane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Siglo XX,
Fatback Band,
Japan,
DNA,
The Red Krayola,
The Monks,
Man Parrish,
Make Up,
The Angels of Light,
EPMD,
Desert Stars,
Smog,
Judy Mowatt,
Nik Kershaw,
X-102,
L. Decosne,
Guru Guru,
Faraquet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Livin' Joy,
Junior Murvin,
Mr. Review,
Prince Buster,
Popol Vuh,
The Knickerbockers,
The Misunderstood,
The Victims,
Spoonie Gee,
The Human League,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.