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 Zimbabwe and from Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Pylon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Intrusion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Faust,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Christie,
Throbbing Gristle,
Funkadelic,
The Durutti Column,
Inner City,
Neil Young,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Organ,
Deakin,
Jerry's Kids,
Symarip,
Von Mondo,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Green,
Minny Pops,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mark Hollis,
Al Stewart,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kurtis Blow,
F. McDonald,
Scratch Acid,
Brothers Johnson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Archie Shepp,
The Cure,
Gabor Szabo,
The Motions,
Radio Birdman,
The Martian,
Quadrant,
The Associates,
The Slackers,
Alphaville,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Barracudas,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Derrick Morgan,
Erasure,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pierre Henry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Absolute Body Control,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Misunderstood,
Arab on Radar,
The Black Dice,
Bronski Beat,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.