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 Taiwan and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Visage,
The Zeros,
Theoretical Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hasil Adkins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Index,
Bill Near,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Juan Atkins,
The Electric Prunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Prince Buster,
Mantronix,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Duran Duran,
Rod Modell,
Susan Cadogan,
Fear,
Desert Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joy Division,
Kenny Larkin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soul II Soul,
Yellowson,
The Blues Magoos,
Qualms,
Soft Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skarface,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fire Engines,
Eden Ahbez,
Au Pairs,
Sandy B,
Joyce Sims,
John Foxx,
Pagans,
Johnny Clarke,
ABBA,
Derrick Morgan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Organ,
Swell Maps,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tres Demented,
F. McDonald,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Television Personalities,
Tears for Fears,
Goldenarms,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.