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 Spain and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Michelle Simonal to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Delon & Dalcan,
Judy Mowatt,
L. Decosne,
Shuggie Otis,
Thompson Twins,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric Copeland,
the Swans,
The Selecter,
Angry Samoans,
Wally Richardson,
Rod Modell,
Pantaleimon,
Ten City,
The Gun Club,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ossler,
Model 500,
H. Thieme,
The Saints,
Sonic Youth,
Little Man,
Minnie Riperton,
Soft Cell,
K-Klass,
Skriet,
Darondo,
Scrapy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lower 48,
Ice-T,
Schoolly D,
Gabor Szabo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arthur Verocai,
Monolake,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Organ,
Underground Resistance,
Nils Olav,
Simply Red,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quantec,
Motorama,
Thee Headcoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neu!,
Bobby Sherman,
The Misunderstood,
Joensuu 1685,
Arcadia,
Isaac Hayes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
James White and The Blacks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tres Demented,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun Ra,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.