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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sandy B to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
D'Angelo,
Soft Machine,
The Victims,
Nirvana,
The J.B.'s,
Boogie Down Productions,
Prince Buster,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Bananas,
DJ Style,
Todd Rundgren,
These Immortal Souls,
Quadrant,
Amon Düül II,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Skatalites,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Infiniti,
Livin' Joy,
Gichy Dan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flipper,
Funky Four + One,
Amon Düül,
Thompson Twins,
Pole,
Slick Rick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Susan Cadogan,
Organ,
Brand Nubian,
The Toasters,
Bobby Sherman,
Cybotron,
Patti Smith,
Charles Mingus,
Unrelated Segments,
Adolescents,
Junior Murvin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Average White Band,
Darondo,
kango's stein massive,
Derrick May,
Kaleidoscope,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cure,
Bobby Byrd,
Sugar Minott,
The Electric Prunes,
Altered Images,
Alice Coltrane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kayak,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zero Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Pere Ubu,
La Düsseldorf,
Wasted Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.