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 Moldova and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Big Daddy Kane to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
The Fall,
Stetsasonic,
Fluxion,
Mad Mike,
Harry Pussy,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Sherman,
The New Christs,
The Associates,
The Gladiators,
Camberwell Now,
Glenn Branca,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jandek,
Swell Maps,
Suicide,
Funky Four + One,
Accadde A,
Skriet,
Lindisfarne,
The Smiths,
Model 500,
Liliput,
Yazoo,
Henry Cow,
Tomorrow,
Yellowson,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rites of Spring,
Johnny Osbourne,
Faust,
Danielle Patucci,
Skarface,
Maleditus Sound,
Outsiders,
Yusef Lateef,
Sonny Sharrock,
Subhumans,
The Grass Roots,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Starr,
Man Parrish,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Matthew Bourne,
The Seeds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dark Day,
Harpers Bizarre,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics,
Visage,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flash Fearless,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.