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 Morocco and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bronski Beat to the dance 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mission of Burma,
The Moleskins,
June Days,
Crash Course in Science,
Aaron Thompson,
Massinfluence,
London Community Gospel Choir,
This Heat,
The Names,
The Standells,
Boz Scaggs,
Essential Logic,
Masters at Work,
The Slits,
Barrington Levy,
Yusef Lateef,
Spandau Ballet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eve St. Jones,
X-101,
Eddi Front,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cluster,
The Young Rascals,
Ten City,
Y Pants,
Television,
Wire,
Tommy Roe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric Dolphy,
Brick,
Suburban Knight,
MC5,
Blake Baxter,
PIL,
Letta Mbulu,
David Bowie,
Radiohead,
Connie Case,
Albert Ayler,
Byron Stingily,
Moss Icon,
R.M.O.,
David Axelrod,
The American Breed,
Fad Gadget,
Liliput,
Idris Muhammad,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Japan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.