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 India 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Saints to the disco 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Q and Not U,
Sixth Finger,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sex Pistols,
Chris & Cosey,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aloha Tigers,
The Zeros,
Make Up,
Heaven 17,
The Fugs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Susan Cadogan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Guru Guru,
The Remains,
Joensuu 1685,
Kas Product,
Liliput,
Fela Kuti,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fire Engines,
The Martian,
The Grass Roots,
Half Japanese,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Goldenarms,
Newcleus,
The Beau Brummels,
Brick,
The Monochrome Set,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Urselle,
Curtis Mayfield,
Charles Mingus,
the Normal,
Sun City Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
F. McDonald,
Tim Buckley,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Basic Channel,
Talk Talk,
Pantytec,
The Star Department,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Kinks,
Mars,
Ice-T,
The Leaves,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pulsallama,
Be Bop Deluxe,
K-Klass,
Peter and Kerry,
The Knickerbockers,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.