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 Uzbekistan and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Nik Kershaw 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Quando Quango,
Amon Düül II,
Swell Maps,
The Blues Magoos,
Buzzcocks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Radiohead,
Monolake,
Ituana,
The Walker Brothers,
Marc Almond,
Alice Coltrane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Beau Brummels,
Fat Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Second Layer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Archie Shepp,
The Cramps,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Livin' Joy,
Negative Approach,
Delon & Dalcan,
A Certain Ratio,
Bill Wells,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sandy B,
Surgeon,
Blossom Toes,
DJ Style,
Minor Threat,
The Remains,
Jandek,
Bang On A Can,
Stereo Dub,
Tropical Tobacco,
Reagan Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crime,
The Last Poets,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Electric Prunes,
Lindisfarne,
Ponytail,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
FM Einheit,
Grey Daturas,
Radio Birdman,
Sugar Minott,
Warsaw,
The New Christs,
Iggy Pop,
Popol Vuh,
Gichy Dan,
Soft Cell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.