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 Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 Eric B and Rakim to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blake Baxter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Japan,
Josef K,
Kevin Saunderson,
Agitation Free,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Byrd,
China Crisis,
the Soft Cell,
Eddi Front,
D'Angelo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tubeway Army,
PIL,
Lou Christie,
Trumans Water,
Swell Maps,
The Skatalites,
The Barracudas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wolf Eyes,
Nirvana,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Five Americans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Technova,
Ponytail,
Popol Vuh,
Model 500,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mary Jane Girls,
Excepter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stereo Dub,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Drexciya,
Cecil Taylor,
Can,
Fear,
Todd Rundgren,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hoover,
Average White Band,
Quando Quango,
The American Breed,
Sonic Youth,
Bob Dylan,
Q65,
Leonard Cohen,
Scott Walker,
Soul II Soul,
Rhythm & Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terrestrial Tones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Young Rascals,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.