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 Lithuania and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the funk 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Clear Light,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
June Days,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bush Tetras,
Faust,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fear,
Organ,
Franke,
Circle Jerks,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Christie,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sällskapet,
Fela Kuti,
The Residents,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sex Pistols,
Brand Nubian,
The Trojans,
AZ,
Heaven 17,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Smoke,
Liliput,
Panda Bear,
Davy DMX,
cv313,
The New Christs,
E-Dancer,
Underground Resistance,
OOIOO,
Gichy Dan,
Arcadia,
Adolescents,
The Golliwogs,
Tom Boy,
Skarface,
Albert Ayler,
Brass Construction,
Al Stewart,
Scott Walker,
Sugar Minott,
Scrapy,
The Gun Club,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Newcleus,
Camberwell Now,
The Sonics,
Silicon Teens,
The Neon Judgement,
The Pretty Things,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nils Olav,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.