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 Swaziland and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Stetsasonic to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Kerri Chandler,
Massinfluence,
T. Rex,
The Smiths,
Amon Düül II,
the Normal,
Jawbox,
OOIOO,
Ituana,
Lou Christie,
Mission of Burma,
Sixth Finger,
The Martian,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-102,
Outsiders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jacques Brel,
Albert Ayler,
MDC,
Patti Smith,
Stetsasonic,
Agent Orange,
Peter & Gordon,
Essential Logic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fall,
Half Japanese,
Godley & Creme,
Lower 48,
Jeff Mills,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Pop Group,
JFA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joey Negro,
Sexual Harrassment,
Section 25,
Technova,
Scan 7,
Black Sheep,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mars,
The Leaves,
Crooked Eye,
Chrome,
B.T. Express,
New Order,
Easy Going,
David Bowie,
Echospace,
The Invisible,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
EPMD,
Chris & Cosey,
Sonic Youth,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.