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 Namibia and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Peter & Gordon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav 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?
The Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
48th St. Collective,
Lebanon Hanover,
Easy Going,
Althea and Donna,
Pierre Henry,
Massinfluence,
Rites of Spring,
Warsaw,
Fugazi,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rosa Yemen,
Yellowson,
the Bar-Kays,
Moby Grape,
Man Parrish,
These Immortal Souls,
Eurythmics,
The Tremeloes,
Procol Harum,
Magma,
Barbara Tucker,
DJ Style,
Lungfish,
T. Rex,
Bluetip,
Slick Rick,
ABBA,
Zero Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Selecter,
Alison Limerick,
Sarah Menescal,
Sällskapet,
June Days,
The Monks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Can,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barrington Levy,
Ohio Players,
World's Most,
Jeff Lynne,
Roger Hodgson,
Kurtis Blow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Accadde A,
The Mojo Men,
Funkadelic,
Audionom,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bush Tetras,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nik Kershaw,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.