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 Swaziland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Bronski Beat to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Carl Craig,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Erykah Badu,
The Pretty Things,
Youth Brigade,
Warsaw,
Man Parrish,
Metal Thangz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Starr,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pierre Henry,
Alphaville,
Graham Central Station,
FM Einheit,
Nik Kershaw,
Frankie Knuckles,
UT,
Barrington Levy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quadrant,
Sonny Sharrock,
Unrelated Segments,
The Red Krayola,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gong,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Real Kids,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Techniques,
Excepter,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Görl,
The Invisible,
Jandek,
Vainqueur,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Roger Hodgson,
Michelle Simonal,
Circle Jerks,
Qualms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Tremeloes,
Roxette,
Royal Trux,
Urselle,
New Order,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Wyatt,
Negative Approach,
Mark Hollis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Selecter,
Spandau Ballet,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.