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 Kosovo and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the rap 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
The Fire Engines,
The Detroit Cobras,
Carl Craig,
Index,
The Monochrome Set,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skriet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Trojans,
Rapeman,
Visage,
Circle Jerks,
Severed Heads,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brick,
The Music Machine,
Television Personalities,
Japan,
Ice-T,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Görl,
Guru Guru,
Henry Cow,
The Last Poets,
Rakim,
Zero Boys,
the Sonics,
Nas,
Lyres,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barrington Levy,
Brand Nubian,
Pierre Henry,
Black Pus,
Kerri Chandler,
Donny Hathaway,
Tomorrow,
Scion,
Man Parrish,
Black Bananas,
Howard Jones,
The Monks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Green,
The Motions,
AZ,
Moby Grape,
The Gories,
Arcadia,
Jeff Lynne,
Aswad,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Coltrane,
Funky Four + One,
Smog,
Heaven 17,
Bootsy Collins,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.