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 Tonga and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
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 chamberlin 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 Sexual Harrassment to the grime 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Pylon,
The Stooges,
Chris & Cosey,
JFA,
The Slackers,
The Raincoats,
The Star Department,
Whodini,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Wake,
The Toasters,
Index,
One Last Wish,
EPMD,
Ultravox,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amazonics,
Mark Hollis,
Fear,
Minny Pops,
Brick,
The United States of America,
World's Most,
Iggy Pop,
Hasil Adkins,
48th St. Collective,
The Litter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Reagan Youth,
Hoover,
Echospace,
Graham Central Station,
Radiohead,
Eurythmics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The J.B.'s,
Sparks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ohio Players,
The Velvet Underground,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neil Young,
Cybotron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arab on Radar,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Christie,
New Age Steppers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roxette,
Fluxion,
Dual Sessions,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Count Five,
Black Pus,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.