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 Malawi and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 Subhumans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Skarface,
The Divine Comedy,
The Zeros,
Carl Craig,
Boredoms,
the Sonics,
Minutemen,
K-Klass,
Moebius,
Donny Hathaway,
Liliput,
The Smoke,
The Leaves,
Skriet,
Arcadia,
Cal Tjader,
Laurel Aitken,
Maleditus Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Warsaw,
Agitation Free,
8 Eyed Spy,
Echospace,
Cecil Taylor,
Cameo,
Lucky Dragons,
The Black Dice,
KRS-One,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Japan,
Simply Red,
Inner City,
Amon Düül II,
Wire,
Jacob Miller,
Eve St. Jones,
Icehouse,
Derrick Morgan,
Wings,
OOIOO,
Altered Images,
Wally Richardson,
Quando Quango,
Roger Hodgson,
Patti Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Names,
Ronan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Intrusion,
Alton Ellis,
The Modern Lovers,
John Coltrane,
Donald Byrd,
Average White Band,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.