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 Norway and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Jimmy McGriff to the disco 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Smog,
Minnie Riperton,
Neil Young,
Crooked Eye,
The Slackers,
Blancmange,
The Walker Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Ten City,
The Skatalites,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Normal,
Goldenarms,
Von Mondo,
Kenny Larkin,
Quantec,
the Sonics,
Blossom Toes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Interpol,
David Axelrod,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sandy B,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-Ray Spex,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Vogues,
Stiv Bators,
Schoolly D,
T. Rex,
Junior Murvin,
Joey Negro,
Circle Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Half Japanese,
Nik Kershaw,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Kinks,
Basic Channel,
Yaz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Q65,
Scratch Acid,
Television Personalities,
New Age Steppers,
Warsaw,
Pagans,
The United States of America,
cv313,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
MDC,
Quadrant,
The Fall,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Byrd,
Scan 7,
Barclay James Harvest,
Donny Hathaway,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dark Day,
Robert Wyatt,
Mission of Burma,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.