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 Peru and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sugar Minott to the electroclash 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Charles Mingus,
EPMD,
Sex Pistols,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
A Certain Ratio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
R.M.O.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marmalade,
Outsiders,
Scan 7,
Jandek,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quadrant,
Lalo Schifrin,
ABBA,
John Lydon,
Wings,
the Normal,
Lalann,
Rufus Thomas,
Althea and Donna,
The Moleskins,
The Searchers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doors,
PIL,
The Tremeloes,
Drexciya,
Aural Exciters,
Black Moon,
Scrapy,
Marine Girls,
Main Source,
CMW,
Nas,
Carl Craig,
Rakim,
Television,
Johnny Clarke,
Jimmy McGriff,
Henry Cow,
Brand Nubian,
Angry Samoans,
Brass Construction,
The Modern Lovers,
The Techniques,
Grey Daturas,
Inner City,
Mandrill,
Derrick May,
Bauhaus,
New Age Steppers,
Rites of Spring,
Technova,
The Saints,
Ornette Coleman,
X-101,
Faraquet,
Can,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.