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 Libya and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Camberwell Now to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blake Baxter,
a-ha,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Moon,
Thee Headcoats,
World's Most,
Outsiders,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed,
Roger Hodgson,
Amon Düül II,
Frankie Knuckles,
June of 44,
Easy Going,
10cc,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Neon Judgement,
The Wake,
Yazoo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Remains,
Eurythmics,
Neu!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hasil Adkins,
Boz Scaggs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hot Snakes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lyres,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lee Hazlewood,
Absolute Body Control,
The Motions,
The Techniques,
Alphaville,
Cluster,
Fatback Band,
Hoover,
The Grass Roots,
Bang On A Can,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Modern Lovers,
Liliput,
CMW,
H. Thieme,
Radio Birdman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Babytalk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Technova,
Wally Richardson,
Interpol,
Altered Images,
Public Enemy,
the Normal,
Maleditus Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Sex Pistols,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.