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 Madagascar and from Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 James White and The Blacks to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Derrick May,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mojo Men,
The Walker Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
The Happenings,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Isaac Hayes,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Trojans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roy Ayers,
the Germs,
Lou Christie,
ABC,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Sheep,
Underground Resistance,
Von Mondo,
Wings,
the Association,
Crispian St. Peters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moby Grape,
The Beau Brummels,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Pus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sam Rivers,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Green,
Roxette,
Blossom Toes,
Icehouse,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Buzzcocks,
Pierre Henry,
Q and Not U,
Camberwell Now,
Thee Headcoats,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yazoo,
The Pretty Things,
Judy Mowatt,
Absolute Body Control,
The Martian,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fatback Band,
Anakelly,
Minor Threat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pagans,
Henry Cow,
Skarface,
Ken Boothe,
Davy DMX,
Bluetip,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Urselle,
Roger Hodgson,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.