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 Lithuania and from London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 Subhumans to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
The Smoke,
Soul II Soul,
The Doobie Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Surgeon,
Joy Division,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dark Day,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang of Four,
Aswad,
Arab on Radar,
The Dave Clark Five,
Porter Ricks,
Gichy Dan,
Negative Approach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Residents,
The Gun Club,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eden Ahbez,
Radiohead,
Kayak,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cecil Taylor,
Thee Headcoats,
The Real Kids,
the Sonics,
U.S. Maple,
John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sam Rivers,
Alison Limerick,
Loose Ends,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Shoche,
Sonny Sharrock,
Michelle Simonal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cameo,
Wire,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Silicon Teens,
Donny Hathaway,
Liliput,
Bang On A Can,
The Star Department,
Minnie Riperton,
Rotary Connection,
Harry Pussy,
New Order,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Frankie Knuckles,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joey Negro,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Moon,
Pagans,
The Wake,
Quadrant,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.