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 Israel and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Warsaw to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Carl Craig,
Camberwell Now,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pole,
Suicide,
Rosa Yemen,
The Happenings,
Sun City Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bronski Beat,
ABBA,
Charles Mingus,
Barry Ungar,
Wasted Youth,
Unwound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Donny Hathaway,
Eden Ahbez,
The Evens,
Susan Cadogan,
The Invisible,
Alphaville,
Soft Machine,
ABC,
Cheater Slicks,
Rekid,
Lou Christie,
Symarip,
Gabor Szabo,
X-Ray Spex,
The Kinks,
The Black Dice,
Negative Approach,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Pretty Things,
Can,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Prince Buster,
Icehouse,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Womack,
Ponytail,
Yaz,
Juan Atkins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Cale,
the Swans,
Pylon,
Electric Prunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Althea and Donna,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
48th St. Collective,
China Crisis,
Ultimate Spinach,
DJ Style,
The Fall,
Crooked Eye,
Connie Case,
Second Layer,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.