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 Hungary and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bronski Beat to the disco 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Mission of Burma,
Pere Ubu,
Alice Coltrane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flipper,
Inner City,
Bad Manners,
Porter Ricks,
Barry Ungar,
Desert Stars,
Deakin,
Avey Tare,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barbara Tucker,
The Leaves,
The Gladiators,
The Black Dice,
Blossom Toes,
Groovy Waters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Busters,
Sällskapet,
The Monks,
Nas,
Slick Rick,
Absolute Body Control,
Minutemen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Parry Music,
The Grass Roots,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pussy Galore,
David Bowie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Pus,
The Red Krayola,
Japan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Index,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Martian,
Sixth Finger,
Second Layer,
Q65,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Derrick May,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Happenings,
The Count Five,
kango's stein massive,
Main Source,
The Neon Judgement,
Moby Grape,
Aswad,
Sparks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.