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 Bahamas and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kool Moe Dee 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Massinfluence,
Tom Boy,
Warsaw,
Max Romeo,
the Soft Cell,
Andrew Hill,
The Martian,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Christie,
Shoche,
Masters at Work,
Judy Mowatt,
The Music Machine,
Kayak,
The Blackbyrds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Divine Comedy,
Malaria!,
The Kinks,
Ornette Coleman,
Motorama,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pet Shop Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Franke,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minutemen,
Urselle,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Wyatt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rekid,
LL Cool J,
The Techniques,
The Move,
Steve Hackett,
X-102,
AZ,
a-ha,
Frankie Knuckles,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Faust,
Wasted Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bill Wells,
Sex Pistols,
The Star Department,
JFA,
Bill Near,
Joey Negro,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Searchers,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fuzztones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
B.T. Express,
Amon Düül II,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.