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 Austria and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Spandau Ballet to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Lalann,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The New Christs,
Gang Starr,
Newcleus,
The Young Rascals,
Lakeside,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oblivians,
Stereo Dub,
Desert Stars,
Ten City,
Colin Newman,
Gang Green,
the Bar-Kays,
Boogie Down Productions,
Adolescents,
Steve Hackett,
The Blackbyrds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wolf Eyes,
Y Pants,
Josef K,
Piero Umiliani,
Joey Negro,
The Durutti Column,
Q65,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Babytalk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brothers Johnson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Morten Harket,
Smog,
The Fuzztones,
Ituana,
CMW,
Depeche Mode,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alphaville,
The Dirtbombs,
Das Ding,
The Electric Prunes,
Cluster,
The Fortunes,
Davy DMX,
The Doors,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Guru Guru,
Reagan Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hoover,
Absolute Body Control,
Minny Pops,
Yaz,
Camberwell Now,
Ornette Coleman,
The Seeds,
The Pop Group,
The Music Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.