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 Korea North and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 The Motions to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roy Ayers,
Kayak,
Albert Ayler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Vogues,
Isaac Hayes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Magazine,
Von Mondo,
Nico,
Iggy Pop,
Brass Construction,
Sandy B,
John Cale,
Quantec,
the Association,
Joensuu 1685,
The Busters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sonics,
Lyres,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Con Funk Shun,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Suburban Knight,
Toni Rubio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yaz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
T.S.O.L.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brick,
The Real Kids,
Arab on Radar,
The Durutti Column,
DJ Style,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Smiths,
Duran Duran,
The Raincoats,
Wasted Youth,
Mr. Review,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Motorama,
Scrapy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Foxx,
Eddi Front,
Black Sheep,
Easy Going,
Angry Samoans,
Pylon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Janne Schatter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bizarre Inc.,
Todd Terry,
Au Pairs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic 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.