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 Uruguay and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Michael McDonald 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 Carl Craig to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
The Names,
Yellowson,
Judy Mowatt,
John Lydon,
Cluster,
Nico,
Mo-Dettes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonny Sharrock,
Anakelly,
Visage,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blancmange,
Mr. Review,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rod Modell,
The Young Rascals,
Jacques Brel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Con Funk Shun,
Suburban Knight,
Soft Cell,
The Beau Brummels,
Massinfluence,
Wire,
Eurythmics,
The Kinks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Smog,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Soft Cell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Average White Band,
Rapeman,
Negative Approach,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oblivians,
Country Teasers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
La Düsseldorf,
Aswad,
Hoover,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Zeros,
Schoolly D,
B.T. Express,
Anthony Braxton,
Ice-T,
Alphaville,
Drive Like Jehu,
June Days,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ralphi Rosario,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pharoah Sanders,
K-Klass,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joy Division,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lucky Dragons,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.