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 Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Japan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Deepchord,
Little Man,
Crooked Eye,
Piero Umiliani,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Leonard Cohen,
DJ Style,
The Associates,
Mad Mike,
Dead Boys,
Marc Almond,
Pussy Galore,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Matthew Bourne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Anakelly,
Arab on Radar,
The Misunderstood,
Eli Mardock,
Cluster,
Los Fastidios,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thee Headcoats,
A Certain Ratio,
The Barracudas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lucky Dragons,
48th St. Collective,
Amazonics,
Lakeside,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bad Manners,
The Music Machine,
Fat Boys,
ABBA,
JFA,
Sugar Minott,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soul II Soul,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Erasure,
Dark Day,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Underground Resistance,
Bluetip,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
Marine Girls,
Clear Light,
U.S. Maple,
Barbara Tucker,
Josef K,
Lalann,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Todd Terry,
Con Funk Shun,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.