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 Mali and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Bronski Beat to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Amazonics,
Urselle,
Motorama,
Mo-Dettes,
The Durutti Column,
Vainqueur,
Malaria!,
Mars,
Supertramp,
Dave Gahan,
Anakelly,
Infiniti,
Soft Cell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fire Engines,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
10cc,
Cybotron,
Marmalade,
Masters at Work,
Derrick Morgan,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Buckinghams,
The Mummies,
Minutemen,
Suicide,
Bill Near,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pole,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mission of Burma,
Minnie Riperton,
The Shadows of Knight,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Althea and Donna,
Sex Pistols,
Terrestrial Tones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marine Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Black Flag,
Los Fastidios,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare,
MDC,
Crash Course in Science,
Sonny Sharrock,
Groovy Waters,
Byron Stingily,
Sister Nancy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hardrive,
Roxy Music,
Simply Red,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Schoolly D,
Faraquet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brothers Johnson,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.