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 Kenya and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lungfish to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Mandrill,
K-Klass,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cymande,
The Electric Prunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Magazine,
Chris & Cosey,
Lower 48,
Fugazi,
The Wake,
X-101,
The Golliwogs,
Sparks,
Idris Muhammad,
James White and The Blacks,
Make Up,
Underground Resistance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bootsy Collins,
Dark Day,
Dual Sessions,
Dead Boys,
The Evens,
The Monks,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Star Department,
Procol Harum,
Dave Gahan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deakin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Masters at Work,
Von Mondo,
Stetsasonic,
Brass Construction,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tommy Roe,
Danielle Patucci,
The Birthday Party,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roxette,
Saccharine Trust,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronnie Foster,
The Toasters,
The American Breed,
Essential Logic,
Joyce Sims,
a-ha,
Boredoms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Vogues,
Banda Bassotti,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lungfish,
Robert Görl,
AZ,
Unwound,
Fad Gadget,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.