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 Nepal and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 Marmalade to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Nils Olav,
Alison Limerick,
Terrestrial Tones,
Suicide,
Godley & Creme,
Mary Jane Girls,
Motorama,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Funkadelic,
Bluetip,
Moebius,
Radiohead,
Jeff Lynne,
The Blues Magoos,
F. McDonald,
Country Teasers,
The Zeros,
The Golliwogs,
Subhumans,
Rapeman,
Wings,
Bill Wells,
Zapp,
Maleditus Sound,
The Slits,
Bad Manners,
Gang of Four,
Surgeon,
The Cowsills,
Con Funk Shun,
Eve St. Jones,
Desert Stars,
Andrew Hill,
Franke,
Tim Buckley,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arcadia,
Iggy Pop,
Junior Murvin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barrington Levy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Invisible,
Nick Fraelich,
Sex Pistols,
The Raincoats,
Mantronix,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Foxx,
Alton Ellis,
The Last Poets,
Ronnie Foster,
Joensuu 1685,
Agitation Free,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gladiators,
The Seeds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.