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 Sierra Leone and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Babytalk to the crunk 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Model 500,
June of 44,
Alison Limerick,
Desert Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Colin Newman,
Chrome,
The Saints,
Banda Bassotti,
Inner City,
cv313,
The Martian,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Busters,
Eric Copeland,
Soft Cell,
Pussy Galore,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Darondo,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Foxx,
Mary Jane Girls,
Drexciya,
Toni Rubio,
Interpol,
The Golliwogs,
Agitation Free,
These Immortal Souls,
Easy Going,
James White and The Blacks,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Association,
Marc Almond,
Guru Guru,
Buzzcocks,
The Cramps,
Max Romeo,
Magma,
Prince Buster,
The Black Dice,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cowsills,
The Angels of Light,
Fela Kuti,
Eve St. Jones,
E-Dancer,
The Walker Brothers,
Nirvana,
Ornette Coleman,
The Human League,
Yazoo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Swans,
Pylon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minnie Riperton,
Rekid,
Nick Fraelich,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.