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 Somalia and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Visage to the dance 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter and Kerry,
The Slits,
Cameo,
Gang Green,
Parry Music,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dark Day,
the Slits,
The Index,
Colin Newman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Junior Murvin,
Kerri Chandler,
David Bowie,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alton Ellis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
a-ha,
Fugazi,
Barry Ungar,
Graham Central Station,
Marine Girls,
Fela Kuti,
The Associates,
Neil Young,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Royal Trux,
ABBA,
Matthew Bourne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Franke,
Visage,
Y Pants,
Stereo Dub,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Machine,
Symarip,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Zero Boys,
China Crisis,
Fear,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultravox,
Sonny Sharrock,
Danielle Patucci,
Rites of Spring,
Jerry Gold Smith,
KRS-One,
Ken Boothe,
John Coltrane,
Metal Thangz,
The Blues Magoos,
Moby Grape,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.