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 Cape Verde and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Ossler to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
The Pretty Things,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Susan Cadogan,
The Birthday Party,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Johnny Clarke,
Y Pants,
Bobby Byrd,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Misunderstood,
Cecil Taylor,
Skaos,
Gichy Dan,
Joy Division,
Derrick Morgan,
The J.B.'s,
The Monks,
Darondo,
China Crisis,
Joensuu 1685,
the Germs,
David Bowie,
Soft Cell,
The Standells,
Clear Light,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roy Ayers,
Don Cherry,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Beau Brummels,
Alice Coltrane,
Bill Near,
June of 44,
Circle Jerks,
Pole,
The Mojo Men,
Todd Rundgren,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Holt,
Infiniti,
Erasure,
the Slits,
Tears for Fears,
Altered Images,
Cheater Slicks,
Flipper,
Fad Gadget,
Marine Girls,
Colin Newman,
Chris Corsano,
Lyres,
Pagans,
Eddi Front,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.