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 Lebanon and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Infiniti to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
the Normal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Starr,
Chris Corsano,
Tubeway Army,
The Cramps,
The Mummies,
the Human League,
Gang Green,
Funkadelic,
AZ,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barbara Tucker,
Crooked Eye,
World's Most,
Soft Cell,
Laurel Aitken,
Michelle Simonal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fela Kuti,
Pylon,
The Count Five,
Talk Talk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ten City,
The Last Poets,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crash Course in Science,
Young Marble Giants,
The Standells,
Tres Demented,
Wasted Youth,
The Real Kids,
Donald Byrd,
Traffic Nightmare,
EPMD,
The Zeros,
Tomorrow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Byron Stingily,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Blossom Toes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tommy Roe,
The Monochrome Set,
Suicide,
Fugazi,
Organ,
T. Rex,
The Gap Band,
Underground Resistance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Fania All-Stars,
Carl Craig,
Soul II Soul,
Index,
Marc Almond,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.