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 Macedonia and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Adolescents to the disco 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Yellowson,
Lindisfarne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
48th St. Collective,
Ultravox,
Circle Jerks,
Desert Stars,
Pierre Henry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Qualms,
The Index,
Robert Hood,
Liliput,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hasil Adkins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rekid,
June Days,
Monolake,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Stooges,
Half Japanese,
The Dave Clark Five,
Schoolly D,
Eric B and Rakim,
Franke,
Blancmange,
Yazoo,
Juan Atkins,
Lower 48,
Chris Corsano,
Von Mondo,
Outsiders,
Rotary Connection,
Soft Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Infiniti,
Ice-T,
Rakim,
The Fuzztones,
Dennis Brown,
Brothers Johnson,
John Cale,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bush Tetras,
The Slackers,
Adolescents,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Christie,
Gang Gang Dance,
Country Teasers,
Kerri Chandler,
Duran Duran,
Newcleus,
The Durutti Column,
Slick Rick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marc Almond,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.