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 Bhutan and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Cecil Taylor to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Silicon Teens,
Ralphi Rosario,
DNA,
Janne Schatter,
Joy Division,
Jacques Brel,
Newcleus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lower 48,
The Durutti Column,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lucky Dragons,
Severed Heads,
Oneida,
Easy Going,
Spoonie Gee,
The Buckinghams,
Eric Dolphy,
Siglo XX,
D'Angelo,
Pagans,
Michelle Simonal,
Rod Modell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Sherman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Absolute Body Control,
Ice-T,
Popol Vuh,
Black Pus,
Sällskapet,
Reuben Wilson,
A Certain Ratio,
The Star Department,
Buzzcocks,
Guru Guru,
David McCallum,
Iggy Pop,
Warsaw,
Flash Fearless,
David Bowie,
Stereo Dub,
Marvin Gaye,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Delta 5,
Maurizio,
Derrick Morgan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
U.S. Maple,
Loose Ends,
The Cramps,
the Slits,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Erykah Badu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Colin Newman,
Mission of Burma,
Minny Pops,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.