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 Serbia and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Lalann to the punk 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
June Days,
X-Ray Spex,
Godley & Creme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Half Japanese,
Sun City Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Alton Ellis,
Marcia Griffiths,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dark Day,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thompson Twins,
Ultravox,
UT,
The Leaves,
the Soft Cell,
Shoche,
Al Stewart,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
48th St. Collective,
Pantytec,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ohio Players,
Ponytail,
Ludus,
Visage,
Erykah Badu,
New Age Steppers,
T. Rex,
MC5,
The Raincoats,
Josef K,
The Busters,
Bill Wells,
Public Enemy,
Skaos,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
Jeff Mills,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Doors,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Last Poets,
The Angels of Light,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Country Teasers,
Moebius,
The Skatalites,
Hot Snakes,
Pere Ubu,
The Walker Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Erasure,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric Copeland,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.