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 Cyprus and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pretty Things to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stockholm Monsters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Trojans,
Bobby Byrd,
Vainqueur,
Freddie Wadling,
Deakin,
Barrington Levy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alison Limerick,
Fatback Band,
Model 500,
Neu!,
Black Moon,
Malaria!,
Niagra,
Lungfish,
Faraquet,
Black Flag,
Adolescents,
Kenny Larkin,
Parry Music,
the Germs,
Tubeway Army,
The Human League,
Essential Logic,
T.S.O.L.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Sherman,
Harry Pussy,
Ronan,
John Holt,
Bluetip,
Wally Richardson,
JFA,
Junior Murvin,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Youth Brigade,
The Count Five,
Reagan Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Monks,
Chris Corsano,
Amazonics,
The Moleskins,
Severed Heads,
Spandau Ballet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Accadde A,
Peter & Gordon,
The Pop Group,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harmonia,
the Bar-Kays,
The Martian,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.