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 Chad and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Supertramp,
Peter & Gordon,
Spoonie Gee,
Wally Richardson,
Camouflage,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Isaac Hayes,
Fluxion,
Newcleus,
Quantec,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sugar Minott,
Nico,
World's Most,
Unrelated Segments,
Joey Negro,
Half Japanese,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lalo Schifrin,
James White and The Blacks,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cure,
The Fugs,
Tres Demented,
Zapp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Angry Samoans,
Young Marble Giants,
Slave,
Pantytec,
Barrington Levy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brand Nubian,
Aural Exciters,
Hasil Adkins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Desert Stars,
Scrapy,
Brothers Johnson,
Warsaw,
Television Personalities,
Yellowson,
Drexciya,
The Associates,
The Move,
The Beau Brummels,
Pulsallama,
Porter Ricks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Starr,
The Pretty Things,
Toni Rubio,
The Happenings,
Ohio Players,
Depeche Mode,
Lindisfarne,
The Red Krayola,
Swell Maps,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.