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 Papua New Guinea and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Slick Rick to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Magma,
Nation of Ulysses,
Simply Red,
Easy Going,
Michelle Simonal,
China Crisis,
Althea and Donna,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lungfish,
Moebius,
E-Dancer,
The Electric Prunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hardrive,
Alison Limerick,
John Foxx,
Gang Green,
The Invisible,
The Music Machine,
Gong,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marvin Gaye,
Chris & Cosey,
Reuben Wilson,
MDC,
Ralphi Rosario,
FM Einheit,
Gregory Isaacs,
World's Most,
Dead Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bootsy Collins,
The Slits,
Half Japanese,
Flash Fearless,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yaz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Can,
Drexciya,
The Monks,
Piero Umiliani,
Procol Harum,
Los Fastidios,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeff Mills,
Loose Ends,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
In Retrospect,
Max Romeo,
Supertramp,
Whodini,
Scion,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.