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 Cambodia and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group 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?
Pole,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ten City,
Hardrive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yellowson,
Icehouse,
Janne Schatter,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Popol Vuh,
Simply Red,
Alison Limerick,
Mad Mike,
Rod Modell,
David Axelrod,
Audionom,
Jacob Miller,
New Age Steppers,
Colin Newman,
Faraquet,
The Barracudas,
The Motions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Letta Mbulu,
Average White Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Scratch Acid,
Sparks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chrome,
Royal Trux,
Charles Mingus,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Wolf Eyes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soul II Soul,
Johnny Clarke,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Sherman,
Ken Boothe,
Franke,
Jeff Mills,
Mo-Dettes,
Television Personalities,
D'Angelo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sex Pistols,
Scrapy,
the Association,
Blancmange,
The Cowsills,
Roxette,
Lindisfarne,
The Stooges,
Harmonia,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.