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 Kosovo and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Kenny Larkin to the crunk 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Velvet Underground,
The Associates,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Royal Trux,
Piero Umiliani,
Josef K,
David Bowie,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Zeros,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sonny Sharrock,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Vogues,
Eric Copeland,
Godley & Creme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kerri Chandler,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dave Gahan,
Dennis Brown,
Los Fastidios,
The Star Department,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
This Heat,
Eli Mardock,
Stiv Bators,
The Motions,
The Victims,
Ohio Players,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brothers Johnson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kurtis Blow,
Vainqueur,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lightning Bolt,
MC5,
Brick,
Jeff Mills,
Rekid,
Organ,
Barrington Levy,
Severed Heads,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Steve Hackett,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Monks,
Toni Rubio,
The Barracudas,
Agent Orange,
Bang On A Can,
Masters at Work,
The Misunderstood,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lower 48,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Standells,
Panda Bear,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.