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 Ivory Coast and from Shanghai.
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 Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marcia Griffiths 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
the Germs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lee Hazlewood,
Khruangbin,
The Count Five,
Das Ding,
June of 44,
The Gap Band,
DJ Style,
DNA,
Shoche,
Black Sheep,
Black Moon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Underground Resistance,
FM Einheit,
The Fortunes,
Neu!,
The Fire Engines,
Reagan Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Maleditus Sound,
Visage,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sonics,
Judy Mowatt,
Joy Division,
Barrington Levy,
Popol Vuh,
Marc Almond,
The Misunderstood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Porter Ricks,
Sun Ra,
Ronan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Bar-Kays,
Josef K,
Echospace,
The Beau Brummels,
Bauhaus,
Guru Guru,
Aswad,
Patti Smith,
Nils Olav,
Wolf Eyes,
The New Christs,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
U.S. Maple,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
EPMD,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultra Naté,
The Litter,
Lucky Dragons,
The Human League,
Malaria!,
Von Mondo,
Kas Product,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.