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 Croatia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Negative Approach to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Drive Like Jehu,
Darondo,
Jacob Miller,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cameo,
Joey Negro,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Main Source,
The Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
T. Rex,
The Count Five,
Alton Ellis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New Order,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Golliwogs,
Liliput,
Q and Not U,
Junior Murvin,
Depeche Mode,
Audionom,
Kayak,
X-Ray Spex,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ronnie Foster,
Siglo XX,
Neil Young,
The Associates,
Minnie Riperton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soul II Soul,
Ken Boothe,
Pulsallama,
DJ Sneak,
Talk Talk,
Michelle Simonal,
Derrick Morgan,
China Crisis,
Kevin Saunderson,
World's Most,
The Leaves,
Metal Thangz,
Newcleus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Clear Light,
The Motions,
John Lydon,
Archie Shepp,
Das Ding,
Supertramp,
Judy Mowatt,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Sherman,
Altered Images,
Rakim,
Bronski Beat,
Quadrant,
The New Christs,
Alphaville,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.