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 Chile and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Model 500 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Television Personalities,
The Zeros,
Roger Hodgson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fortunes,
Thee Headcoats,
The Young Rascals,
Hardrive,
Adolescents,
Lou Christie,
Mo-Dettes,
Joe Finger,
Masters at Work,
James White and The Blacks,
Ronnie Foster,
Rapeman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Soft Cell,
Pole,
EPMD,
The Blackbyrds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gap Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Agitation Free,
Das Ding,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neil Young,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Outsiders,
Ultravox,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Michelle Simonal,
Susan Cadogan,
The Smiths,
Moebius,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jesper Dahlback,
Darondo,
Thompson Twins,
Ohio Players,
Hot Snakes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Trumans Water,
Suicide,
Brick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Bananas,
Cal Tjader,
Drexciya,
The Invisible,
Skriet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Modern Lovers,
kango's stein massive,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.