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 Suriname and from Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Lou Reed to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gap Band,
Patti Smith,
The Human League,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aural Exciters,
The Victims,
Rufus Thomas,
Altered Images,
Kaleidoscope,
Siglo XX,
Pantaleimon,
The Knickerbockers,
One Last Wish,
Pantytec,
Marine Girls,
Skriet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alphaville,
48th St. Collective,
Wire,
Ken Boothe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rekid,
Loose Ends,
Minutemen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Pretty Things,
Derrick Morgan,
X-101,
Motorama,
Sister Nancy,
Negative Approach,
June Days,
Darondo,
Ituana,
Brick,
The Fire Engines,
The Monks,
T.S.O.L.,
Erykah Badu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Anakelly,
The Wake,
Dennis Brown,
Tim Buckley,
Aaron Thompson,
Ohio Players,
Sound Behaviour,
KRS-One,
X-Ray Spex,
DJ Style,
Clear Light,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Soft Cell,
The Cramps,
Mission of Burma,
Mark Hollis,
Sparks,
Dark Day,
a-ha,
The Move,
Eve St. Jones,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.