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 Solomon Islands and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Lou Reed 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 Junior Murvin to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
kango's stein massive,
Lyres,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lalann,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sällskapet,
Pussy Galore,
Derrick May,
Glenn Branca,
Average White Band,
Cymande,
the Slits,
Ten City,
Peter and Kerry,
Pylon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Patti Smith,
Stetsasonic,
Sixth Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
R.M.O.,
Swell Maps,
Monolake,
Lungfish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Los Fastidios,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Blackbyrds,
Deadbeat,
John Foxx,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
T. Rex,
KRS-One,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Archie Shepp,
The Slits,
Rosa Yemen,
Sound Behaviour,
Todd Terry,
Altered Images,
Boz Scaggs,
Ohio Players,
Dennis Brown,
The Birthday Party,
The Star Department,
The Young Rascals,
Rapeman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Durutti Column,
Infiniti,
Con Funk Shun,
Reuben Wilson,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.