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 Zimbabwe and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 JFA to the dance 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sixth Finger,
Jeff Lynne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Agent Orange,
Desert Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Darondo,
World's Most,
The Electric Prunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kas Product,
The Star Department,
The Slits,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Toasters,
Angry Samoans,
Deepchord,
Lindisfarne,
Amazonics,
New Age Steppers,
Graham Central Station,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dead Boys,
Howard Jones,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unrelated Segments,
Pierre Henry,
Porter Ricks,
Johnny Clarke,
Malaria!,
Fat Boys,
Max Romeo,
The Saints,
June of 44,
Joey Negro,
Altered Images,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Man Parrish,
Metal Thangz,
The Motions,
Zapp,
The Gap Band,
Josef K,
Buzzcocks,
Rosa Yemen,
Zero Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Kurtis Blow,
The Barracudas,
The Busters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Blackbyrds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roxette,
PIL,
Liliput,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mo-Dettes,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.