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 South Sudan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 Byron Stingily to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Groovy Waters,
Wolf Eyes,
The Smoke,
Nas,
DJ Sneak,
The Pop Group,
Motorama,
Monolake,
Sugar Minott,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moby Grape,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Real Kids,
Camberwell Now,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Pus,
the Association,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sonic Youth,
Subhumans,
PIL,
Japan,
Bob Dylan,
The Index,
Moebius,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Negative Approach,
The Gladiators,
Dual Sessions,
Pantytec,
Joe Finger,
The Smiths,
Junior Murvin,
Marine Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Doors,
The Slits,
Deadbeat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
Ralphi Rosario,
T. Rex,
T.S.O.L.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Laurel Aitken,
The Five Americans,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Visage,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eli Mardock,
Agent Orange,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Görl,
Black Moon,
Freddie Wadling,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.