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 Guatemala and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Liliput to the grunge 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Easy Going,
Prince Buster,
Leonard Cohen,
Flipper,
Lower 48,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cybotron,
KRS-One,
The Birthday Party,
Todd Terry,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Slits,
Gichy Dan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kurtis Blow,
Aswad,
Flash Fearless,
Janne Schatter,
Althea and Donna,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Womack,
Black Flag,
Joyce Sims,
Pierre Henry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nik Kershaw,
Infiniti,
Urselle,
The Kinks,
The Tremeloes,
Bauhaus,
Oneida,
Cecil Taylor,
John Foxx,
David Bowie,
Mantronix,
John Lydon,
Schoolly D,
A Certain Ratio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Liliput,
Essential Logic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
OOIOO,
Bobby Sherman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crime,
Slick Rick,
Outsiders,
Popol Vuh,
Fad Gadget,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
Panda Bear,
World's Most,
Eric Copeland,
The Motions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.