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 Samoa 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Franke to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Pole,
Circle Jerks,
The Neon Judgement,
DJ Sneak,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Order,
The Victims,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soulsonic Force,
Chrome,
Make Up,
Bluetip,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ohio Players,
Josef K,
ABC,
Ultimate Spinach,
Byron Stingily,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Goldenarms,
Skarface,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mantronix,
Essential Logic,
Vladislav Delay,
Mr. Review,
The Count Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bad Manners,
Clear Light,
Visage,
June of 44,
Audionom,
Black Moon,
The Litter,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gun Club,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terry Callier,
Underground Resistance,
Bronski Beat,
Grauzone,
The Blackbyrds,
Funkadelic,
Bootsy Collins,
Reuben Wilson,
The Star Department,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Lydon,
The Move,
Swell Maps,
Piero Umiliani,
Marmalade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minutemen,
Max Romeo,
Derrick May,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Steve Hackett,
Suicide,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.