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 Ecuador and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Supertramp,
R.M.O.,
Porter Ricks,
The Raincoats,
Johnny Clarke,
The Index,
Jeru the Damaja,
Charles Mingus,
Sällskapet,
La Düsseldorf,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minutemen,
Public Enemy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Schoolly D,
Warsaw,
Bauhaus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fad Gadget,
Harmonia,
Sun Ra,
Lakeside,
Cheater Slicks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Funkadelic,
Stiv Bators,
Black Sheep,
Barbara Tucker,
FM Einheit,
Half Japanese,
Agent Orange,
Fela Kuti,
The Zeros,
Theoretical Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lower 48,
The Wake,
Mo-Dettes,
The Move,
The Pop Group,
Eric B and Rakim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Average White Band,
Magma,
The Skatalites,
Quadrant,
Andrew Hill,
Y Pants,
Lyres,
Radiohead,
Flipper,
Wings,
The United States of America,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Juan Atkins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.