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 Eritrea and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lungfish to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harpers Bizarre,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Grass Roots,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Star Department,
Siglo XX,
Cymande,
Marmalade,
Peter & Gordon,
Max Romeo,
Gang Starr,
Wasted Youth,
Byron Stingily,
the Swans,
Sam Rivers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bootsy Collins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Los Fastidios,
Blossom Toes,
The Dead C,
Soul II Soul,
Barbara Tucker,
The Tremeloes,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moss Icon,
Maleditus Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Dual Sessions,
Bill Wells,
Mission of Burma,
Erykah Badu,
Barrington Levy,
ABC,
Eli Mardock,
Moebius,
The Beau Brummels,
Albert Ayler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Offenders,
Monks,
The Gun Club,
Mantronix,
Zapp,
Desert Stars,
Lower 48,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Germs,
Pylon,
Rod Modell,
Outsiders,
The Smiths,
The Monochrome Set,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.