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 Ecuador and from Johannesburg.
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 Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 EPMD to the techno 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Whodini,
Jesper Dahlback,
Newcleus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Anakelly,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Slave,
The Gun Club,
Camberwell Now,
Procol Harum,
Neil Young,
Echospace,
Arcadia,
The Knickerbockers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Iggy Pop,
a-ha,
Deepchord,
The Toasters,
Gang Starr,
Mars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Human League,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Christie,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boredoms,
China Crisis,
Moss Icon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Icehouse,
Jawbox,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-101,
The Smiths,
PIL,
Bobby Womack,
Crooked Eye,
48th St. Collective,
Television Personalities,
Tears for Fears,
Fugazi,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Isaac Hayes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bronski Beat,
The Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
Kerri Chandler,
UT,
Jacob Miller,
The Victims,
Q and Not U,
The Blues Magoos,
Jacques Brel,
The Invisible,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.