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 Marshall Islands 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wolf Eyes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soft Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yusef Lateef,
Negative Approach,
Aswad,
The Toasters,
Ultravox,
Max Romeo,
Goldenarms,
Desert Stars,
Severed Heads,
Drexciya,
Soft Cell,
Eli Mardock,
Clear Light,
Funkadelic,
The Wake,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crime,
Fela Kuti,
Moss Icon,
Yellowson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Babytalk,
Sister Nancy,
The Invisible,
Joe Smooth,
Erykah Badu,
Todd Rundgren,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Young Rascals,
The Angels of Light,
Trumans Water,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stetsasonic,
Model 500,
The Count Five,
The Remains,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed,
Los Fastidios,
Camouflage,
Metal Thangz,
Chris & Cosey,
Livin' Joy,
The Last Poets,
E-Dancer,
The Human League,
Royal Trux,
Blake Baxter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Von Mondo,
Eddi Front,
Wasted Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Pretty Things,
Peter and Kerry,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.