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 Maldives and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Eric B and Rakim to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
The Martian,
The Remains,
Depeche Mode,
Dead Boys,
The Black Dice,
Country Teasers,
Stiv Bators,
These Immortal Souls,
Fugazi,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crispian St. Peters,
U.S. Maple,
Ultra Naté,
The Gap Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New Order,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fuzztones,
Popol Vuh,
The Toasters,
Slave,
David Bowie,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yazoo,
Glenn Branca,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Normal,
Bush Tetras,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Sherman,
Alice Coltrane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chris Corsano,
Derrick Morgan,
Skarface,
Television Personalities,
Intrusion,
The Index,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DJ Style,
Angry Samoans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lindisfarne,
Rosa Yemen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
E-Dancer,
Erasure,
Simply Red,
Donny Hathaway,
Adolescents,
Blossom Toes,
Grandmaster Flash,
David McCallum,
Patti Smith,
Echospace,
Heaven 17,
MC5,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.