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 St Lucia and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
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 Holger Czukay 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 Wasted Youth to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Donald Byrd,
Index,
Fugazi,
Howard Jones,
Magma,
Bad Manners,
B.T. Express,
Camouflage,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Freddie Wadling,
Albert Ayler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Absolute Body Control,
La Düsseldorf,
Charles Mingus,
Flipper,
The Grass Roots,
The Neon Judgement,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crash Course in Science,
Yusef Lateef,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ludus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rod Modell,
Agitation Free,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Derrick Morgan,
Kas Product,
The Fugs,
X-Ray Spex,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Johnny Clarke,
Franke,
Soft Machine,
Dave Gahan,
The Cure,
Man Parrish,
Sister Nancy,
Barrington Levy,
Spoonie Gee,
Sparks,
Arthur Verocai,
Newcleus,
Wings,
Skaos,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Steve Hackett,
The Human League,
Don Cherry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nils Olav,
Juan Atkins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oblivians,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brick,
Television,
Blancmange,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.