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 Cameroon 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bizarre Inc. to the electroclash 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dark Day,
Aswad,
Bobby Womack,
The Grass Roots,
Wire,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Television,
Al Stewart,
Charles Mingus,
Juan Atkins,
Scion,
Ten City,
the Fania All-Stars,
Masters at Work,
Visage,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Hood,
Jawbox,
Supertramp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Adolescents,
Desert Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Groovy Waters,
Roxette,
Magazine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Christie,
David Bowie,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
EPMD,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fire Engines,
Mad Mike,
AZ,
Basic Channel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Motorama,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Slave,
kango's stein massive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Busters,
Todd Rundgren,
Cameo,
Radio Birdman,
The Fuzztones,
The Raincoats,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fortunes,
the Normal,
Dual Sessions,
Colin Newman,
The Mummies,
Ronan,
Gang Green,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.