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 Poland and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Quadrant to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
James Chance & The Contortions,
a-ha,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Erasure,
Desert Stars,
Porter Ricks,
Jawbox,
Country Teasers,
Grauzone,
Japan,
Rotary Connection,
R.M.O.,
Bush Tetras,
Tommy Roe,
Skaos,
Urselle,
The Zeros,
Ten City,
Can,
Reagan Youth,
The Searchers,
Graham Central Station,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Grass Roots,
The Gladiators,
Lyres,
Blancmange,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hot Snakes,
Joy Division,
Rekid,
Quadrant,
JFA,
Das Ding,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jacob Miller,
Severed Heads,
The Neon Judgement,
The Associates,
The Leaves,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Slackers,
The Smiths,
Byron Stingily,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Offenders,
E-Dancer,
The Standells,
Pulsallama,
Organ,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric B and Rakim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pere Ubu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nik Kershaw,
B.T. Express,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.