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 the UAE and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 U.S. Maple to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Visage,
Shoche,
Be Bop Deluxe,
D'Angelo,
The Star Department,
Buzzcocks,
Iggy Pop,
World's Most,
Basic Channel,
Q and Not U,
Rhythm & Sound,
Motorama,
The Grass Roots,
The Invisible,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
K-Klass,
The Count Five,
Banda Bassotti,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Doors,
Second Layer,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare,
Drive Like Jehu,
Essential Logic,
Rekid,
The Standells,
Glenn Branca,
Maurizio,
Sight & Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
X-102,
Marc Almond,
Duran Duran,
Blake Baxter,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Toasters,
Deakin,
Archie Shepp,
The Names,
Grey Daturas,
The Seeds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Echospace,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lakeside,
Spoonie Gee,
Desert Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Trumans Water,
Nas,
the Sonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Johnny Clarke,
The Leaves,
Crash Course in Science,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.