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 Lithuania and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 One Last Wish to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Arab on Radar,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scrapy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultra Naté,
Michelle Simonal,
Ronnie Foster,
Essential Logic,
Hashim,
The Searchers,
The Blackbyrds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Christie,
Popol Vuh,
Rakim,
The Gories,
Albert Ayler,
Sex Pistols,
Sun Ra,
Nirvana,
Kaleidoscope,
Derrick Morgan,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Saints,
FM Einheit,
Terrestrial Tones,
Siglo XX,
Hasil Adkins,
The Pretty Things,
James White and The Blacks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Flag,
Anthony Braxton,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Selecter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Intrusion,
D'Angelo,
Grauzone,
Jimmy McGriff,
Althea and Donna,
Niagra,
Dual Sessions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Don Cherry,
Freddie Wadling,
Deepchord,
Ash Ra Tempel,
K-Klass,
Roxette,
Leonard Cohen,
Goldenarms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Newcleus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Iggy Pop,
The Seeds,
AZ,
The Gladiators,
Radio Birdman,
Boogie Down Productions,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.