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 Vietnam and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Human League to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Clear Light,
Faust,
Josef K,
The Golliwogs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crime,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fugazi,
Prince Buster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Toasters,
Bronski Beat,
Urselle,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Andrew Hill,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ronnie Foster,
Soul Sonic Force,
LL Cool J,
Rhythm & Sound,
Television Personalities,
The Real Kids,
T. Rex,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crooked Eye,
B.T. Express,
Siglo XX,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nirvana,
Quadrant,
Ultravox,
Second Layer,
Metal Thangz,
Sarah Menescal,
EPMD,
R.M.O.,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gladiators,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
Sister Nancy,
the Germs,
Pere Ubu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minor Threat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jawbox,
Bill Wells,
The Smoke,
These Immortal Souls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lalann,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Max Romeo,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.