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 Dominica and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Bronski Beat to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Flag,
Niagra,
MC5,
Livin' Joy,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stereo Dub,
The Cowsills,
Steve Hackett,
Donny Hathaway,
Essential Logic,
Deadbeat,
Mission of Burma,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
E-Dancer,
Absolute Body Control,
The Human League,
Fad Gadget,
Brass Construction,
Brothers Johnson,
Cameo,
The Martian,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boz Scaggs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joe Smooth,
Carl Craig,
James White and The Blacks,
Cluster,
Massinfluence,
Dennis Brown,
Hasil Adkins,
F. McDonald,
Guru Guru,
Gichy Dan,
Black Moon,
Isaac Hayes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stockholm Monsters,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Sherman,
The Last Poets,
Vainqueur,
Graham Central Station,
Piero Umiliani,
Half Japanese,
Pet Shop Boys,
T. Rex,
Jeff Lynne,
Con Funk Shun,
Soulsonic Force,
The Count Five,
Make Up,
Hardrive,
Kayak,
Ludus,
Subhumans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neil Young,
The Move,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.