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 Nigeria and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Black Sheep to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
June Days,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minny Pops,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeff Lynne,
Desert Stars,
Gang of Four,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The American Breed,
DJ Style,
Bush Tetras,
Barry Ungar,
Spandau Ballet,
Neu!,
The J.B.'s,
Loose Ends,
Shoche,
Toni Rubio,
the Soft Cell,
David Bowie,
Rufus Thomas,
The Red Krayola,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Faraquet,
Donny Hathaway,
Barrington Levy,
Howard Jones,
Roxy Music,
Cal Tjader,
Duran Duran,
Ituana,
Fad Gadget,
The Tremeloes,
Bill Wells,
Gichy Dan,
The Saints,
Wally Richardson,
The Move,
the Fania All-Stars,
Funky Four + One,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soft Cell,
Erykah Badu,
Kenny Larkin,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed,
The Martian,
Max Romeo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joensuu 1685,
The Star Department,
The Misunderstood,
Shuggie Otis,
Swell Maps,
Yusef Lateef,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mojo Men,
Terry Callier,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.