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 South Sudan and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 ABC to the grunge 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Bootsy Collins,
Underground Resistance,
Lightning Bolt,
Public Enemy,
The American Breed,
Fad Gadget,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Prince Buster,
X-Ray Spex,
Godley & Creme,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sarah Menescal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grey Daturas,
The Gap Band,
Juan Atkins,
Surgeon,
Brand Nubian,
DNA,
The Young Rascals,
The Fugs,
New Order,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Doors,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David Axelrod,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Porter Ricks,
Babytalk,
Davy DMX,
Jesper Dahlback,
Goldenarms,
The Monks,
Gang of Four,
Outsiders,
Quando Quango,
Unrelated Segments,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Sherman,
Maurizio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eurythmics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Swell Maps,
Dead Boys,
Barry Ungar,
F. McDonald,
Ronnie Foster,
Talk Talk,
Darondo,
Slick Rick,
Masters at Work,
Nirvana,
Scion,
Visage,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.