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 the UAE and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Model 500 to the funk 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-102,
Bauhaus,
Skriet,
Lou Reed,
The Leaves,
Chris & Cosey,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Count Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arcadia,
The Doors,
Moss Icon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Scott Walker,
Talk Talk,
Stereo Dub,
Desert Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
The Real Kids,
Archie Shepp,
The Slits,
Moby Grape,
The Selecter,
Pagans,
Yellowson,
Ten City,
Silicon Teens,
DNA,
Fad Gadget,
Camouflage,
Aloha Tigers,
The Vogues,
Fatback Band,
The Motions,
Suburban Knight,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tommy Roe,
Supertramp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
R.M.O.,
New Age Steppers,
Stetsasonic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fat Boys,
Minny Pops,
The Gap Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bronski Beat,
The Beau Brummels,
Siglo XX,
Agent Orange,
Theoretical Girls,
Soft Machine,
Chris Corsano,
Dorothy Ashby,
Delon & Dalcan,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.