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 China and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Alarm Clocks to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Nas,
Blancmange,
Moby Grape,
Jacob Miller,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Stooges,
Yazoo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Clear Light,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scion,
The Electric Prunes,
The Blackbyrds,
Soul II Soul,
Kaleidoscope,
Lyres,
Lakeside,
AZ,
Symarip,
Bronski Beat,
Chris & Cosey,
Ken Boothe,
Goldenarms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ornette Coleman,
The Beau Brummels,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Michelle Simonal,
The Birthday Party,
Eve St. Jones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Slick Rick,
James White and The Blacks,
Cal Tjader,
The Grass Roots,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deadbeat,
Black Moon,
World's Most,
Joyce Sims,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fuzztones,
MDC,
Ultravox,
Fad Gadget,
Los Fastidios,
Fat Boys,
Neu!,
Jeff Lynne,
Infiniti,
The Searchers,
the Germs,
Wire,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dirtbombs,
Tears for Fears,
Sam Rivers,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.