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 Haiti and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
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 sitar 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 Deadbeat to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Davy DMX,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pulsallama,
Gerry Rafferty,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lalann,
Siglo XX,
Steve Hackett,
Sparks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quadrant,
Pole,
Neil Young,
The Walker Brothers,
Skarface,
Toni Rubio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Colin Newman,
Thompson Twins,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Happenings,
Robert Wyatt,
Niagra,
Donny Hathaway,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Holt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Con Funk Shun,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Sheep,
Sister Nancy,
Silicon Teens,
Index,
Gil Scott Heron,
Urselle,
Carl Craig,
the Soft Cell,
OOIOO,
L. Decosne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Association,
Faust,
The Tremeloes,
The Litter,
H. Thieme,
Ice-T,
LL Cool J,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultra Naté,
the Bar-Kays,
Rites of Spring,
The American Breed,
Eddi Front,
Rapeman,
Fear,
Arcadia,
Agent Orange,
Cal Tjader,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Selecter,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.