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 Bulgaria and from New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Con Funk Shun,
Marmalade,
Graham Central Station,
The Fugs,
Lyres,
Sexual Harrassment,
Banda Bassotti,
World's Most,
Ken Boothe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Birthday Party,
The Fuzztones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soft Machine,
Cybotron,
The Index,
Wings,
Malaria!,
Althea and Donna,
The Kinks,
DNA,
Hashim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grauzone,
Curtis Mayfield,
Q and Not U,
Nils Olav,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Offenders,
Sister Nancy,
Cheater Slicks,
Amazonics,
Al Stewart,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tomorrow,
the Human League,
Joy Division,
Sparks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scientists,
The Five Americans,
Procol Harum,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Womack,
Joe Finger,
Nation of Ulysses,
Erykah Badu,
Peter and Kerry,
Hoover,
Charles Mingus,
Boredoms,
Pulsallama,
Eric Copeland,
The Alarm Clocks,
Infiniti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soul II Soul,
Anakelly,
10cc,
Japan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.