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 Czech Republic and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 CMW to the jazz 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Ohio Players,
Idris Muhammad,
Tom Boy,
Television,
Mission of Burma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
cv313,
Isaac Hayes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sam Rivers,
Blake Baxter,
Black Moon,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gladiators,
Rapeman,
Technova,
The Evens,
Eli Mardock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Coltrane,
Johnny Clarke,
Alison Limerick,
Rakim,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Victims,
Aloha Tigers,
MDC,
The Offenders,
Lyres,
Glenn Branca,
Nik Kershaw,
Sight & Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
LL Cool J,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Masters at Work,
Erasure,
Unwound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Con Funk Shun,
The Monochrome Set,
Livin' Joy,
Supertramp,
ABBA,
Country Teasers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Womack,
Average White Band,
The Slackers,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Skatalites,
Eve St. Jones,
Sandy B,
Can,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.