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 Lebanon and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Harmonia 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Nik Kershaw,
The Pop Group,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scratch Acid,
The Gun Club,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kurtis Blow,
Procol Harum,
Warren Ellis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sugar Minott,
Quando Quango,
Ten City,
Matthew Bourne,
Porter Ricks,
F. McDonald,
Royal Trux,
Brick,
Kenny Larkin,
Surgeon,
Blancmange,
Guru Guru,
Lalann,
Au Pairs,
E-Dancer,
The J.B.'s,
Ronnie Foster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Stooges,
Sound Behaviour,
Bootsy Collins,
Funkadelic,
Flash Fearless,
Roger Hodgson,
The Moody Blues,
H. Thieme,
The Fall,
Cheater Slicks,
Eve St. Jones,
Henry Cow,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Lydon,
Nirvana,
Underground Resistance,
MC5,
A Certain Ratio,
Drexciya,
DJ Sneak,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joey Negro,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül,
The Alarm Clocks,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.