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 Austria and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the disco 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters 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?
Marmalade,
Sister Nancy,
Yaz,
Alton Ellis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quadrant,
Country Teasers,
Camberwell Now,
Soft Cell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lalann,
Das Ding,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barbara Tucker,
cv313,
Camouflage,
Donny Hathaway,
The Litter,
Eddi Front,
Slave,
Roxy Music,
Todd Terry,
Pierre Henry,
Hot Snakes,
H. Thieme,
Eric Copeland,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fire Engines,
Jandek,
Archie Shepp,
The Music Machine,
Brand Nubian,
Simply Red,
T.S.O.L.,
Fluxion,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amon Düül II,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Negative Approach,
Japan,
June of 44,
The Black Dice,
Bob Dylan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yellowson,
48th St. Collective,
Visage,
The Neon Judgement,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dead C,
Altered Images,
Darondo,
Con Funk Shun,
Adolescents,
Metal Thangz,
Make Up,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.