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 Iran 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Kool Moe Dee to the rap 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Fatback Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tom Boy,
Newcleus,
The Victims,
The Birthday Party,
Procol Harum,
Wolf Eyes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Count Five,
The Leaves,
The Dead C,
Jeru the Damaja,
Can,
Minnie Riperton,
Kurtis Blow,
Fat Boys,
Half Japanese,
Rakim,
Skaos,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marmalade,
Bobby Byrd,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dorothy Ashby,
New York Dolls,
The Wake,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-Ray Spex,
Schoolly D,
The Gladiators,
Minutemen,
Matthew Bourne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Television,
Sällskapet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Coltrane,
Eric Dolphy,
MC5,
Lindisfarne,
Inner City,
Robert Görl,
Radiopuhelimet,
The American Breed,
The Sound,
The Trojans,
Deakin,
Suicide,
Rosa Yemen,
Qualms,
Barrington Levy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Metal Thangz,
Section 25,
The J.B.'s,
JFA,
Mo-Dettes,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.