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 Korea North and from Calgary.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Pagans to the funk 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Echospace,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Altered Images,
The Smoke,
The J.B.'s,
Sex Pistols,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
KRS-One,
Siglo XX,
Flipper,
Dark Day,
Bush Tetras,
Zapp,
Fat Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scion,
E-Dancer,
The Barracudas,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Monks,
The Real Kids,
Banda Bassotti,
Amon Düül,
Deepchord,
X-Ray Spex,
Lebanon Hanover,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rosa Yemen,
Oblivians,
the Bar-Kays,
Bootsy Collins,
Roy Ayers,
This Heat,
Groovy Waters,
the Soft Cell,
Bad Manners,
Panda Bear,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cramps,
Supertramp,
The Trojans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
MC5,
The Skatalites,
LL Cool J,
Josef K,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Monochrome Set,
Faraquet,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fuzztones,
Byron Stingily,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cowsills,
Thee Headcoats,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.