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 Peru and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Bronski Beat to the funk 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Public Enemy,
The Neon Judgement,
Monks,
Archie Shepp,
Subhumans,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Hood,
Quadrant,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeff Mills,
Dennis Brown,
Delta 5,
Sandy B,
Maleditus Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Ronan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter and Kerry,
The Vogues,
Soul II Soul,
The Last Poets,
Buzzcocks,
Kayak,
The Pretty Things,
Das Ding,
Crispy Ambulance,
Intrusion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Pus,
Mr. Review,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Prince Buster,
Jeru the Damaja,
Funkadelic,
Johnny Clarke,
The Associates,
Jacob Miller,
Accadde A,
Donald Byrd,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brass Construction,
The Count Five,
AZ,
Swans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Spoonie Gee,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Byrd,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pere Ubu,
D'Angelo,
Fat Boys,
Soft Cell,
The Stooges,
The Blackbyrds,
Model 500,
Little Man,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.