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 Costa Rica and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kerrie Biddell to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Fania All-Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
David McCallum,
Con Funk Shun,
ABBA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pussy Galore,
Minnie Riperton,
The Human League,
Bob Dylan,
Suicide,
PIL,
Surgeon,
Roger Hodgson,
Simply Red,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fatback Band,
Don Cherry,
June of 44,
Moby Grape,
FM Einheit,
Talk Talk,
Television Personalities,
The Gap Band,
Unwound,
Unrelated Segments,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Al Stewart,
Hoover,
Nas,
Jawbox,
Nico,
48th St. Collective,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arab on Radar,
John Coltrane,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fuzztones,
LL Cool J,
Sun Ra,
Iggy Pop,
Henry Cow,
Sam Rivers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Colin Newman,
Ten City,
Sun City Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
cv313,
Zapp,
The Barracudas,
Sixth Finger,
Outsiders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moebius,
Pantytec,
The Fugs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.