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 Uruguay 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dawn Penn to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Subhumans,
The Last Poets,
Gichy Dan,
David Axelrod,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Slick Rick,
Darondo,
Leonard Cohen,
Nirvana,
Severed Heads,
Black Moon,
the Association,
Main Source,
Avey Tare,
Stetsasonic,
Amon Düül,
Pussy Galore,
Rakim,
The Searchers,
Johnny Clarke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Audionom,
Bobby Womack,
Joy Division,
Vainqueur,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marc Almond,
Prince Buster,
T. Rex,
John Coltrane,
Terry Callier,
The Doors,
AZ,
Section 25,
Sam Rivers,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Prunes,
The Leaves,
Toni Rubio,
Graham Central Station,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sonic Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nils Olav,
Buzzcocks,
Wally Richardson,
Blancmange,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cal Tjader,
ABBA,
Nik Kershaw,
Vladislav Delay,
The Pop Group,
Surgeon,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gun Club,
Morten Harket,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.