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 Italy and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro 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 Easy Going to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
T. Rex,
Das Ding,
The United States of America,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brass Construction,
Cal Tjader,
Intrusion,
The Tremeloes,
Man Parrish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
China Crisis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Shuggie Otis,
The Black Dice,
Trumans Water,
The Velvet Underground,
Smog,
Neu!,
kango's stein massive,
Pantytec,
Skriet,
Tom Boy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Selecter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ronnie Foster,
Minnie Riperton,
Bush Tetras,
a-ha,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Slits,
Cheater Slicks,
Nirvana,
The Golliwogs,
Terrestrial Tones,
DJ Style,
Eden Ahbez,
Shoche,
The Angels of Light,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lightning Bolt,
Donald Byrd,
the Human League,
Scion,
Theoretical Girls,
Morten Harket,
Mary Jane Girls,
K-Klass,
Kaleidoscope,
Crispian St. Peters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young,
The Barracudas,
Surgeon,
The Leaves,
Donny Hathaway,
Toni Rubio,
Drexciya,
The Slits,
Los Fastidios,
the Association,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.