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 Montenegro and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Angry Samoans to the punk 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Shoche,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare,
Q and Not U,
Anakelly,
Brick,
Wasted Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
Moebius,
Harmonia,
Banda Bassotti,
The Pretty Things,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Happenings,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wally Richardson,
Animal Collective,
Popol Vuh,
Nation of Ulysses,
MDC,
The Monochrome Set,
Altered Images,
Minnie Riperton,
Arab on Radar,
Amon Düül,
Boredoms,
Barbara Tucker,
Outsiders,
ABBA,
Los Fastidios,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Schoolly D,
Black Pus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yellowson,
Heaven 17,
Lou Christie,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joyce Sims,
Simply Red,
Nas,
Sam Rivers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sugar Minott,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fat Boys,
the Human League,
R.M.O.,
Girls At Our Best!,
a-ha,
Franke,
Scientists,
Brand Nubian,
The Cure,
Adolescents,
The Moleskins,
CMW,
Kenny Larkin,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.