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 Kosovo and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 the Soft Cell to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Ponytail,
The Zeros,
Slave,
Radio Birdman,
The Saints,
Thee Headcoats,
Scrapy,
The Slits,
T. Rex,
The Gap Band,
U.S. Maple,
The Angels of Light,
Metal Thangz,
ABBA,
Big Daddy Kane,
Godley & Creme,
H. Thieme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soulsonic Force,
the Association,
Aswad,
Robert Wyatt,
The Beau Brummels,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Donald Byrd,
Chrome,
Von Mondo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Connie Case,
Idris Muhammad,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Country Teasers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
Banda Bassotti,
Outsiders,
Boz Scaggs,
Tears for Fears,
Joensuu 1685,
Fatback Band,
June of 44,
The Blues Magoos,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeff Lynne,
Kerrie Biddell,
This Heat,
Harmonia,
Magma,
The Pop Group,
Juan Atkins,
Moebius,
Prince Buster,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Matthew Bourne,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.