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 Brunei and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Michael McDonald 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Josef K,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Divine Comedy,
Minny Pops,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Howard Jones,
Excepter,
Lindisfarne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Electric Prunes,
Saccharine Trust,
Bill Wells,
Con Funk Shun,
Radiohead,
The Gun Club,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Association,
E-Dancer,
Blancmange,
Glenn Branca,
The Beau Brummels,
Fugazi,
Donald Byrd,
Royal Trux,
Intrusion,
June Days,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bronski Beat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bauhaus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gories,
Hardrive,
The Slits,
Boz Scaggs,
Mo-Dettes,
Crime,
Toni Rubio,
Lalann,
EPMD,
Khruangbin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Zapp,
Young Marble Giants,
Rod Modell,
Prince Buster,
Sällskapet,
Tears for Fears,
The Stooges,
The Zeros,
Lucky Dragons,
Nirvana,
B.T. Express,
Make Up,
H. Thieme,
Japan,
Stiv Bators,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Wyatt,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.