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 Nigeria and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tom Boy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Con Funk Shun,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Names,
Metal Thangz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Spoonie Gee,
The Buckinghams,
The Cure,
Davy DMX,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun Ra,
Fela Kuti,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed,
Nik Kershaw,
Ten City,
Suicide,
Flipper,
Jacob Miller,
Soul II Soul,
T. Rex,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Matthew Halsall,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Shuggie Otis,
Camouflage,
New Order,
Shoche,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mummies,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Litter,
Von Mondo,
Dark Day,
Pulsallama,
E-Dancer,
Lyres,
Freddie Wadling,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
L. Decosne,
Warsaw,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terry Callier,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Main Source,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New York Dolls,
Magma,
Man Eating Sloth,
T.S.O.L.,
Cymande,
Boz Scaggs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Audionom,
Man Parrish,
The Durutti Column,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.