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 Cape Verde and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Smiths to the techno 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Quantec,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quadrant,
Technova,
Y Pants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun Ra,
David McCallum,
Bill Wells,
Ornette Coleman,
Archie Shepp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Matthew Halsall,
Lyres,
Eric Dolphy,
Shoche,
Deadbeat,
Gang Starr,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soft Cell,
Japan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hot Snakes,
Depeche Mode,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stereo Dub,
Livin' Joy,
Chris Corsano,
Symarip,
Urselle,
Lebanon Hanover,
L. Decosne,
Anakelly,
The Sonics,
DNA,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Agent Orange,
Bill Near,
The Smiths,
Agitation Free,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Christie,
The Names,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fall,
Tears for Fears,
Essential Logic,
Guru Guru,
Silicon Teens,
Eddi Front,
Mandrill,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.