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 Uzbekistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Don Cherry to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
The Doors,
Little Man,
Ronan,
Tubeway Army,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joe Smooth,
Kayak,
Lalann,
The Evens,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fall,
Frankie Knuckles,
Popol Vuh,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Young Marble Giants,
Yazoo,
Sound Behaviour,
Soulsonic Force,
Darondo,
Porter Ricks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stetsasonic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Shuggie Otis,
Neil Young,
Monks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jesper Dahlback,
Theoretical Girls,
David McCallum,
The Velvet Underground,
Banda Bassotti,
Aural Exciters,
Audionom,
Althea and Donna,
Gong,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Supertramp,
Loose Ends,
Fat Boys,
Carl Craig,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Spoonie Gee,
Scientists,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Groovy Waters,
Urselle,
Lightning Bolt,
Leonard Cohen,
Youth Brigade,
Throbbing Gristle,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pierre Henry,
JFA,
Bill Wells,
Sixth Finger,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.