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 Libya and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bush Tetras,
Joe Smooth,
The Slits,
Skarface,
Minnie Riperton,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cowsills,
The Count Five,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Christie,
Minutemen,
Bob Dylan,
Pantaleimon,
Radio Birdman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lower 48,
The Divine Comedy,
The Techniques,
New York Dolls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Spoonie Gee,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dead Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Procol Harum,
Sandy B,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alton Ellis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Angels of Light,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
LL Cool J,
The Grass Roots,
The Slackers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flash Fearless,
Kas Product,
Alison Limerick,
Fela Kuti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Soft Cell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Los Fastidios,
Ten City,
The Birthday Party,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bauhaus,
Eli Mardock,
Altered Images,
Icehouse,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camberwell Now,
the Bar-Kays,
The Busters,
Arcadia,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ronan,
Depeche Mode,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.