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 Bahrain and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
MC5,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bauhaus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cymande,
Unwound,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Coltrane,
Joy Division,
Sugar Minott,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marine Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Charles Mingus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thompson Twins,
Surgeon,
Marmalade,
Little Man,
Spoonie Gee,
The New Christs,
Funkadelic,
Main Source,
Soft Cell,
The Associates,
Malaria!,
The Residents,
Sparks,
Cluster,
Altered Images,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric Copeland,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Toni Rubio,
June of 44,
Juan Atkins,
Joyce Sims,
Sonny Sharrock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Pop Group,
Fatback Band,
Ten City,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
D'Angelo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Association,
Gichy Dan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The J.B.'s,
Absolute Body Control,
Iggy Pop,
DNA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rod Modell,
H. Thieme,
Vladislav Delay,
Brick,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.