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 Japan and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Saccharine Trust to the techno 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Alarm Clocks,
Idris Muhammad,
Shoche,
Danielle Patucci,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Section 25,
Bronski Beat,
Bauhaus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Warsaw,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cowsills,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric Dolphy,
Chrome,
Parry Music,
X-102,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Angels of Light,
Steve Hackett,
John Lydon,
Hoover,
Average White Band,
ABC,
Sonic Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
Marine Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
D'Angelo,
Schoolly D,
Magazine,
Young Marble Giants,
Piero Umiliani,
The Slackers,
Kas Product,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joyce Sims,
Inner City,
Connie Case,
Ice-T,
The Busters,
Excepter,
Babytalk,
Quadrant,
Rekid,
Talk Talk,
The Barracudas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fat Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Techniques,
Black Pus,
Television Personalities,
John Cale,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.