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 Qatar and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Count Five to the funk 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Agent Orange,
Joensuu 1685,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fatback Band,
the Germs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Patti Smith,
The Cowsills,
Ornette Coleman,
Average White Band,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Josef K,
Minor Threat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Music Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Juan Atkins,
Wasted Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Pop Group,
Bronski Beat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Freddie Wadling,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anakelly,
Laurel Aitken,
Alton Ellis,
Chrome,
Public Enemy,
Vladislav Delay,
Crooked Eye,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tom Boy,
Yaz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Livin' Joy,
Jeff Mills,
Curtis Mayfield,
Junior Murvin,
Harmonia,
Country Teasers,
Banda Bassotti,
Ohio Players,
Moebius,
The Electric Prunes,
John Holt,
Piero Umiliani,
the Sonics,
Mandrill,
Section 25,
Oblivians,
The Martian,
Blancmange,
E-Dancer,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.