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 Andorra and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Holger Czukay 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 Curtis Mayfield to the grunge 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
The Invisible,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Circle Jerks,
Prince Buster,
The United States of America,
Cybotron,
Gang Starr,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force,
T.S.O.L.,
the Slits,
Fugazi,
The Golliwogs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Knickerbockers,
Erykah Badu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bronski Beat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jacques Brel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Clear Light,
Bluetip,
cv313,
Jacob Miller,
Electric Prunes,
Bob Dylan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Interpol,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Can,
Grey Daturas,
Fat Boys,
Negative Approach,
Mary Jane Girls,
Unwound,
Y Pants,
Fear,
The Index,
John Holt,
MDC,
Oneida,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Green,
Letta Mbulu,
10cc,
The Slackers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Half Japanese,
Josef K,
the Human League,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tomorrow,
The Blues Magoos,
Mars,
June Days,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.