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 Kiribati and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Sällskapet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pussy Galore,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
Ossler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fluxion,
Roger Hodgson,
Bill Wells,
Cymande,
Bobby Womack,
The Raincoats,
Banda Bassotti,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Trojans,
Godley & Creme,
The Birthday Party,
Amon Düül II,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Royal Trux,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barbara Tucker,
Glenn Branca,
Procol Harum,
The Associates,
Main Source,
Radio Birdman,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott Heron,
FM Einheit,
Scan 7,
The Motions,
Donny Hathaway,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soulsonic Force,
The Beau Brummels,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Andrew Hill,
the Human League,
Erykah Badu,
Magazine,
The Offenders,
The United States of America,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare,
Black Sheep,
Pere Ubu,
David McCallum,
Scrapy,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mandrill,
Malaria!,
The Angels of Light,
The Selecter,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.