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 Kazakhstan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Ten City to the grunge 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
The Stooges,
Easy Going,
The Gun Club,
Thompson Twins,
Susan Cadogan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Monks,
Angry Samoans,
Soul II Soul,
X-101,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chrome,
Yusef Lateef,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Sonics,
Moss Icon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Popol Vuh,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skaos,
Siglo XX,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neil Young,
Arab on Radar,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Buckinghams,
Eric Dolphy,
Joyce Sims,
The Toasters,
B.T. Express,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tomorrow,
The Associates,
Goldenarms,
Flash Fearless,
The New Christs,
Scott Walker,
The Evens,
Todd Terry,
Procol Harum,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skarface,
the Swans,
Mo-Dettes,
The Blackbyrds,
the Slits,
Henry Cow,
Man Parrish,
The Human League,
Steve Hackett,
DJ Sneak,
Jimmy McGriff,
Warren Ellis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minutemen,
The Sound,
Harry Pussy,
These Immortal Souls,
Clear Light,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.