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 Haiti and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 X-Ray Spex to the jazz 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Negative Approach,
Maleditus Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deepchord,
Kool Moe Dee,
Leonard Cohen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Malaria!,
the Soft Cell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tim Buckley,
Eli Mardock,
EPMD,
Public Enemy,
Supertramp,
Nirvana,
Mary Jane Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Das Ding,
Roger Hodgson,
The Smoke,
Mad Mike,
The Electric Prunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Don Cherry,
The United States of America,
Bootsy Collins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Severed Heads,
Neu!,
Harpers Bizarre,
MC5,
Tubeway Army,
Fela Kuti,
Liliput,
Theoretical Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hot Snakes,
The Offenders,
Television,
Goldenarms,
The Names,
Intrusion,
The Litter,
Bronski Beat,
Shoche,
Main Source,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Los Fastidios,
Barrington Levy,
Alison Limerick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Associates,
Second Layer,
Spandau Ballet,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.