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 Greece and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Underground Resistance,
Animal Collective,
The Divine Comedy,
The Wake,
Adolescents,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Henry Cow,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Buckinghams,
Cheater Slicks,
Flipper,
CMW,
Harmonia,
Essential Logic,
Tim Buckley,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mr. Review,
Stetsasonic,
The Pop Group,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Monochrome Set,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alton Ellis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Guru Guru,
Can,
Easy Going,
Spandau Ballet,
The Names,
Masters at Work,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dirtbombs,
Rotary Connection,
Peter and Kerry,
Depeche Mode,
Deepchord,
Charles Mingus,
Outsiders,
Desert Stars,
Symarip,
Massinfluence,
Gong,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Banda Bassotti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Suicide,
Yazoo,
Ice-T,
June of 44,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Altered Images,
Erykah Badu,
Yaz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
In Retrospect,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cowsills,
The Blues Magoos,
The Raincoats,
Barrington Levy,
Average White Band,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.