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 Maldives and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 The Motions to the jazz 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
ABBA,
Fluxion,
Flipper,
Sex Pistols,
Dead Boys,
Minny Pops,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare,
The Alarm Clocks,
Easy Going,
Blake Baxter,
Kerri Chandler,
Cymande,
Jacques Brel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Saccharine Trust,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Carl Craig,
Derrick May,
Al Stewart,
The Cure,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cybotron,
The Dead C,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mojo Men,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sam Rivers,
Desert Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terry Callier,
Mark Hollis,
Lucky Dragons,
Marvin Gaye,
The Standells,
Soft Cell,
Jawbox,
Gang of Four,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tim Buckley,
Chris & Cosey,
Lakeside,
Magma,
The Seeds,
Wolf Eyes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neu!,
Television,
Bobby Sherman,
David Bowie,
The Mummies,
The J.B.'s,
Godley & Creme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Whodini,
Negative Approach,
T.S.O.L.,
X-102,
Black Moon,
Gabor Szabo,
The Grass Roots,
Fear,
Moebius,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.