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 Cape Verde and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Eric B and Rakim to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Barbara Tucker,
Maurizio,
Albert Ayler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Graham Central Station,
The Leaves,
The Stooges,
D'Angelo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blossom Toes,
T. Rex,
The American Breed,
The Count Five,
Tubeway Army,
8 Eyed Spy,
Buzzcocks,
Pussy Galore,
The Last Poets,
Mars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yellowson,
The Fortunes,
Wally Richardson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thee Headcoats,
The Five Americans,
a-ha,
Byron Stingily,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Names,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
L. Decosne,
Lindisfarne,
Marc Almond,
the Normal,
Bobby Sherman,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Move,
The Buckinghams,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Pus,
Royal Trux,
Kenny Larkin,
Judy Mowatt,
Max Romeo,
JFA,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radio Birdman,
Black Bananas,
The Slackers,
Eric Copeland,
Moby Grape,
Bob Dylan,
KRS-One,
New York Dolls,
Suburban Knight,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.