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 Korea South and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 DJ Sneak to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Warsaw,
EPMD,
Fat Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
48th St. Collective,
Trumans Water,
Gang Gang Dance,
Duran Duran,
Alphaville,
Niagra,
Reagan Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Mars,
Oneida,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The American Breed,
Supertramp,
Boz Scaggs,
Q65,
Gang Green,
Soulsonic Force,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
Davy DMX,
Don Cherry,
Brothers Johnson,
Lightning Bolt,
Harry Pussy,
Minny Pops,
The Motions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marcia Griffiths,
ABC,
Suicide,
Ralphi Rosario,
David Axelrod,
Jesper Dahlback,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
A Certain Ratio,
The Neon Judgement,
Sonic Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Clear Light,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Byrd,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Make Up,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Victims,
Easy Going,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dawn Penn,
Eric Dolphy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Simply Red,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.