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 Guyana and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Warsaw,
New York Dolls,
Lalann,
Spoonie Gee,
Cecil Taylor,
Minnie Riperton,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scrapy,
Sam Rivers,
DNA,
Electric Prunes,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nick Fraelich,
One Last Wish,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare,
Max Romeo,
Arab on Radar,
The Gories,
The Skatalites,
The Wake,
CMW,
Bill Near,
Matthew Halsall,
Tim Buckley,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moby Grape,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mad Mike,
Brick,
Gang Green,
Skriet,
Soul II Soul,
Kaleidoscope,
FM Einheit,
John Lydon,
Jeff Mills,
The Slackers,
Gong,
The Remains,
Banda Bassotti,
Pantaleimon,
The Mojo Men,
Siglo XX,
Hardrive,
Underground Resistance,
The Mummies,
Q65,
Lou Christie,
Deepchord,
Rotary Connection,
Nik Kershaw,
Absolute Body Control,
Ken Boothe,
Man Parrish,
T. Rex,
Icehouse,
The Dave Clark Five,
Q and Not U,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.