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 Samoa and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Adolescents to the jazz 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Yazoo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Shoche,
Kas Product,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quantec,
Mark Hollis,
Ultravox,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sandy B,
New Age Steppers,
Jacques Brel,
Janne Schatter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sex Pistols,
Von Mondo,
KRS-One,
Bob Dylan,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter & Gordon,
Glenn Branca,
Iggy Pop,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
The Martian,
The Selecter,
Dark Day,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dead C,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mo-Dettes,
Marshall Jefferson,
New York Dolls,
Gang of Four,
Glambeats Corp.,
New Order,
Outsiders,
Cluster,
Rosa Yemen,
The Raincoats,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brand Nubian,
Joe Smooth,
10cc,
the Human League,
Black Sheep,
Rotary Connection,
Infiniti,
FM Einheit,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yellowson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pierre Henry,
Saccharine Trust,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lalann,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.