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 Guinea and from New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Swell Maps to the disco 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Soft Machine,
Malaria!,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Christie,
Jeff Lynne,
The Misunderstood,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mandrill,
Fad Gadget,
The United States of America,
Chris Corsano,
Electric Prunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Raincoats,
John Holt,
Josef K,
Kenny Larkin,
John Foxx,
The Beau Brummels,
Rufus Thomas,
JFA,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soulsonic Force,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Buckinghams,
Rakim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Monks,
the Soft Cell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Au Pairs,
The Mummies,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Davy DMX,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
ABC,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter and Kerry,
Brand Nubian,
The Fortunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Trumans Water,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Starr,
The Barracudas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ken Boothe,
James White and The Blacks,
Lower 48,
Nils Olav,
UT,
Visage,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fatback Band,
Second Layer,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.