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 Swaziland and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 The Searchers to the grime 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
The Star Department,
The Fire Engines,
Cybotron,
Monks,
Thompson Twins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rapeman,
The Tremeloes,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Hood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Monochrome Set,
Rhythm & Sound,
B.T. Express,
Intrusion,
Cheater Slicks,
Wire,
The Neon Judgement,
The Monks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Soft Cell,
Essential Logic,
The Human League,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pylon,
The Slits,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bush Tetras,
Henry Cow,
Funky Four + One,
Derrick Morgan,
Jandek,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bizarre Inc.,
OOIOO,
Oneida,
Los Fastidios,
the Sonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
EPMD,
Country Teasers,
Ronnie Foster,
Franke,
Gastr Del Sol,
Connie Case,
Cameo,
China Crisis,
The Names,
Television,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Invisible,
Archie Shepp,
Ohio Players,
Sight & Sound,
MC5,
Eden Ahbez,
Depeche Mode,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.