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 Mozambique and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultravox,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
This Heat,
Franke,
10cc,
Gichy Dan,
Royal Trux,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Y Pants,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gap Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Q65,
Amazonics,
The Dead C,
Zapp,
Eric Copeland,
New Order,
Fear,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joey Negro,
Jeff Lynne,
Mandrill,
Audionom,
Quantec,
the Soft Cell,
Accadde A,
Aswad,
Eve St. Jones,
Bill Wells,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joyce Sims,
Make Up,
The Pretty Things,
John Coltrane,
U.S. Maple,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Massinfluence,
Masters at Work,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soul II Soul,
Average White Band,
Siglo XX,
Bluetip,
Gang Starr,
Moby Grape,
The Mummies,
H. Thieme,
Sight & Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yusef Lateef,
Inner City,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cluster,
Pussy Galore,
The Invisible,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.