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 Rwanda 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 David Bowie 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 Qualms to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Masters at Work,
Sun City Girls,
Jacob Miller,
The Knickerbockers,
Monks,
Bill Near,
Warsaw,
Das Ding,
The Gladiators,
Soft Cell,
Carl Craig,
Glambeats Corp.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Maleditus Sound,
Moebius,
Tears for Fears,
Royal Trux,
Stereo Dub,
Japan,
Funkadelic,
Urselle,
Oneida,
Desert Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Anthony Braxton,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Schoolly D,
China Crisis,
Interpol,
Erykah Badu,
The Zeros,
Pylon,
Simply Red,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Human League,
The Moleskins,
U.S. Maple,
The Searchers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Half Japanese,
the Bar-Kays,
Dead Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Standells,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Outsiders,
Robert Wyatt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joy Division,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bauhaus,
Crash Course in Science,
The Golliwogs,
Livin' Joy,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.