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 Kazakhstan and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 R.M.O. to the rap 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
The Walker Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultra Naté,
Ituana,
Neu!,
The Dirtbombs,
Y Pants,
Rekid,
Avey Tare,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Age Steppers,
Sun Ra,
Faust,
Infiniti,
Anthony Braxton,
Buzzcocks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sugar Minott,
Soul II Soul,
Throbbing Gristle,
David Axelrod,
Absolute Body Control,
Soft Cell,
Tom Boy,
LL Cool J,
Circle Jerks,
Camberwell Now,
Mars,
The Black Dice,
Mandrill,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Moon,
Roxy Music,
Ultimate Spinach,
Johnny Clarke,
Bootsy Collins,
Blake Baxter,
Adolescents,
The Smiths,
Pere Ubu,
Groovy Waters,
Electric Prunes,
The Blackbyrds,
Dennis Brown,
Davy DMX,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stetsasonic,
ABC,
DJ Sneak,
The Golliwogs,
Cameo,
Model 500,
Harmonia,
Sly & The Family Stone,
La Düsseldorf,
The Knickerbockers,
Matthew Halsall,
Smog,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.