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 Malta and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Al Stewart to the jazz 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-102,
Zapp,
Althea and Donna,
Can,
Zero Boys,
Heaven 17,
10cc,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jandek,
Byron Stingily,
Simply Red,
The Barracudas,
Magma,
Pantytec,
The Blackbyrds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Grass Roots,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lungfish,
X-Ray Spex,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ossler,
Chris & Cosey,
Funkadelic,
The Gun Club,
Bill Wells,
Judy Mowatt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Symarip,
Ultra Naté,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The J.B.'s,
The Cramps,
Camberwell Now,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Seeds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crispy Ambulance,
ABBA,
Clear Light,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tim Buckley,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Angry Samoans,
Peter and Kerry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mo-Dettes,
David Bowie,
Kurtis Blow,
Severed Heads,
Todd Terry,
Make Up,
David McCallum,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Maurizio,
Sandy B,
Reuben Wilson,
Scrapy,
Leonard Cohen,
E-Dancer,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.