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 Romania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Gil Scott Heron to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
The Standells,
The Durutti Column,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Frankie Knuckles,
Morten Harket,
Animal Collective,
The Young Rascals,
Stereo Dub,
Soul Sonic Force,
E-Dancer,
The Selecter,
Arthur Verocai,
Public Enemy,
Spandau Ballet,
Bill Wells,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
The Saints,
The Happenings,
Young Marble Giants,
AZ,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric Copeland,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Bar-Kays,
The Real Kids,
One Last Wish,
Laurel Aitken,
The Black Dice,
David Axelrod,
Von Mondo,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Slits,
Fela Kuti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David McCallum,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cluster,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Marvin Gaye,
F. McDonald,
Dorothy Ashby,
Zero Boys,
The Cowsills,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Soft Cell,
Adolescents,
Radiohead,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Remains,
Lalann,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.