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 Germany and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Tomorrow 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camberwell Now,
David Axelrod,
Alton Ellis,
Fugazi,
Slave,
Angry Samoans,
Prince Buster,
Mark Hollis,
Marvin Gaye,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Pus,
Fear,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
Moss Icon,
Joe Smooth,
Interpol,
The Martian,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Charles Mingus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Isaac Hayes,
The Pop Group,
Thee Headcoats,
The Beau Brummels,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mr. Review,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The American Breed,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Christie,
Soul II Soul,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Y Pants,
Ultravox,
Quantec,
Kas Product,
Scientists,
Matthew Halsall,
Popol Vuh,
the Sonics,
Ultra Naté,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fortunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Man Parrish,
Althea and Donna,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neil Young,
Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
Donny Hathaway,
Davy DMX,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.