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 Madrid.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 T. Rex to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
JFA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Easy Going,
The Red Krayola,
Stetsasonic,
The Golliwogs,
Quando Quango,
Colin Newman,
The Gories,
Section 25,
Thee Headcoats,
ABC,
Fugazi,
Lakeside,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Au Pairs,
the Slits,
The Invisible,
The J.B.'s,
the Bar-Kays,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
OOIOO,
Stereo Dub,
Scrapy,
Alphaville,
Sparks,
Ronan,
Donny Hathaway,
D'Angelo,
Rotary Connection,
Simply Red,
Amon Düül,
Neu!,
Cymande,
The Zeros,
Blossom Toes,
T. Rex,
The Walker Brothers,
F. McDonald,
The Velvet Underground,
Jawbox,
Lower 48,
Theoretical Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
Loose Ends,
Groovy Waters,
Marvin Gaye,
DJ Sneak,
Youth Brigade,
Susan Cadogan,
Pylon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
LL Cool J,
Nas,
The American Breed,
Bronski Beat,
Dead Boys,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.