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 St Lucia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Skriet to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Faust,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Todd Terry,
Stereo Dub,
The Kinks,
Talk Talk,
New Order,
Cybotron,
Jacob Miller,
the Association,
Circle Jerks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Near,
Amon Düül II,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Electric Prunes,
Wings,
Jerry's Kids,
Colin Newman,
James White and The Blacks,
Thee Headcoats,
Fela Kuti,
Yellowson,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare,
The Standells,
Stiv Bators,
The Victims,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
In Retrospect,
Sunsets and Hearts,
June Days,
Funkadelic,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Moody Blues,
Lungfish,
Byron Stingily,
La Düsseldorf,
This Heat,
Schoolly D,
Marvin Gaye,
Heaven 17,
The Gun Club,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Residents,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Görl,
The Doors,
Donny Hathaway,
DNA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jacques Brel,
The Index,
Duran Duran,
Sound Behaviour,
CMW,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Goldenarms,
Magazine,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.