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 Gambia and from Johannesburg.
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 Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fania All-Stars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dave Gahan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Barracudas,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun City Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Massinfluence,
Soul II Soul,
Quadrant,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radio Birdman,
Deakin,
Alphaville,
Trumans Water,
Pere Ubu,
Suicide,
Interpol,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultravox,
the Association,
June Days,
Yusef Lateef,
Josef K,
Skriet,
China Crisis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Reagan Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
Bill Wells,
The Dead C,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Beau Brummels,
Pantaleimon,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Womack,
Freddie Wadling,
Monolake,
The Busters,
Sex Pistols,
Camouflage,
Buzzcocks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harry Pussy,
Make Up,
The Star Department,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric Copeland,
Panda Bear,
These Immortal Souls,
Johnny Osbourne,
FM Einheit,
Brick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Duran Duran,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ohio Players,
Gerry Rafferty,
Second Layer,
Bauhaus,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.