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 Cyprus and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wally Richardson to the disco 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Sparks,
The Pop Group,
Echospace,
Joe Smooth,
The Move,
Dennis Brown,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tears for Fears,
Deepchord,
Stetsasonic,
Royal Trux,
Terrestrial Tones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Five Americans,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Slackers,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Pus,
OOIOO,
The Moody Blues,
The Pretty Things,
Joyce Sims,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Maleditus Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed,
Sonic Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mummies,
Barbara Tucker,
Agent Orange,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sound Behaviour,
Youth Brigade,
The Golliwogs,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Happenings,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sandy B,
The Sonics,
The Mojo Men,
Glenn Branca,
Agitation Free,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Erasure,
James White and The Blacks,
The American Breed,
Zero Boys,
X-102,
Lakeside,
Minny Pops,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cal Tjader,
June of 44,
Ossler,
Kool Moe Dee,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.