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 Luxembourg and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Selecter to the dance 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tubeway Army,
Kayak,
The Shadows of Knight,
Icehouse,
Mad Mike,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nils Olav,
Prince Buster,
Swell Maps,
Rakim,
Country Teasers,
Masters at Work,
Animal Collective,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aloha Tigers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Hood,
T. Rex,
Newcleus,
Smog,
Quando Quango,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joe Finger,
The Mighty Diamonds,
R.M.O.,
Q and Not U,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Velvet Underground,
The Names,
The Durutti Column,
Frankie Knuckles,
New Order,
Rekid,
The Cramps,
The Black Dice,
The Happenings,
Black Sheep,
One Last Wish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric Dolphy,
Donald Byrd,
John Holt,
Mission of Burma,
Girls At Our Best!,
CMW,
Wally Richardson,
The Techniques,
Cecil Taylor,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kas Product,
ABC,
Intrusion,
The Mojo Men,
Monks,
Letta Mbulu,
Ituana,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.