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 Yemen and from Spokane.
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 Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 Negative Approach to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Absolute Body Control,
The New Christs,
June of 44,
Lightning Bolt,
The Evens,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Moon,
Rosa Yemen,
Funkadelic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Negative Approach,
Peter and Kerry,
Kenny Larkin,
Pantaleimon,
Bronski Beat,
Henry Cow,
Buzzcocks,
Prince Buster,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Organ,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roxette,
Man Parrish,
John Lydon,
Nirvana,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bluetip,
Marine Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Steve Hackett,
the Human League,
X-101,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tres Demented,
The Grass Roots,
the Soft Cell,
Das Ding,
The Slackers,
Isaac Hayes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hashim,
Siglo XX,
Don Cherry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rekid,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
ABBA,
The Busters,
Funky Four + One,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Easy Going,
Cluster,
Kerri Chandler,
John Foxx,
Duran Duran,
Gong,
The Raincoats,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.