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 Niger and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Avey Tare to the disco 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Simply Red,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Inner City,
Eden Ahbez,
Radiopuhelimet,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Womack,
Tubeway Army,
Cybotron,
Sun Ra,
Roger Hodgson,
Pussy Galore,
Drexciya,
Zero Boys,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dead C,
Stetsasonic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Leonard Cohen,
Nick Fraelich,
Pulsallama,
Half Japanese,
Big Daddy Kane,
Adolescents,
The Doors,
Eyeless In Gaza,
MDC,
Spoonie Gee,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fire Engines,
Urselle,
Dead Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Normal,
Pierre Henry,
Rites of Spring,
Basic Channel,
JFA,
Groovy Waters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aloha Tigers,
Joensuu 1685,
Lucky Dragons,
Buzzcocks,
The Beau Brummels,
Bob Dylan,
Sällskapet,
Trumans Water,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Blackbyrds,
Sarah Menescal,
Skarface,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Neon Judgement,
The Monochrome Set,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.