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 Albania and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Michael McDonald 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 Marc Almond to the crunk 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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Godley & Creme,
Smog,
Sonny Sharrock,
Patti Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deepchord,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
One Last Wish,
Rod Modell,
Mandrill,
Ice-T,
Dorothy Ashby,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David Axelrod,
Susan Cadogan,
The Victims,
Eli Mardock,
LL Cool J,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amazonics,
Nico,
The Walker Brothers,
the Association,
Lyres,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Young Rascals,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
JFA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scrapy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fatback Band,
The Fire Engines,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pole,
Joyce Sims,
Bad Manners,
Sam Rivers,
The Move,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soul Sonic Force,
Index,
the Human League,
Alison Limerick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gun Club,
Jimmy McGriff,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brand Nubian,
Subhumans,
Neil Young,
kango's stein massive,
The Durutti Column,
Bluetip,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barry Ungar,
Magazine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Man Parrish,
Al Stewart,
OOIOO,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.