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 Algeria and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Vainqueur to the techno 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gap Band,
The Move,
Prince Buster,
Boredoms,
The Blues Magoos,
cv313,
Rotary Connection,
Johnny Clarke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
June of 44,
Lungfish,
Bootsy Collins,
Roxette,
Minor Threat,
Maleditus Sound,
Wire,
Isaac Hayes,
Mr. Review,
The Leaves,
Harmonia,
Rakim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ronnie Foster,
The Young Rascals,
The Neon Judgement,
David Axelrod,
Blancmange,
Young Marble Giants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pere Ubu,
Sällskapet,
One Last Wish,
The Residents,
Patti Smith,
The Moleskins,
Country Teasers,
kango's stein massive,
Depeche Mode,
New Age Steppers,
Slave,
New Order,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Main Source,
Can,
Wasted Youth,
The Trojans,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cramps,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jawbox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cure,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.