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 Belarus and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Deadbeat to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Erasure,
Newcleus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Swell Maps,
Aswad,
Zero Boys,
Excepter,
Monolake,
the Normal,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lower 48,
F. McDonald,
The United States of America,
The Stooges,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Connie Case,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boredoms,
Faust,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lightning Bolt,
Wally Richardson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultra Naté,
Eric Copeland,
KRS-One,
Grey Daturas,
Hasil Adkins,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gories,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cheater Slicks,
MC5,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rapeman,
Camouflage,
Babytalk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Young Marble Giants,
The Real Kids,
Neil Young,
Depeche Mode,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeff Mills,
Desert Stars,
Intrusion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Moleskins,
Shoche,
Flash Fearless,
Grauzone,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fatback Band,
Ludus,
New Order,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Doobie Brothers,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.