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 Finland and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the disco 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Soulsonic Force,
Siglo XX,
Underground Resistance,
Severed Heads,
Animal Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Patti Smith,
Cybotron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun City Girls,
Sandy B,
Howard Jones,
The Litter,
Danielle Patucci,
Anakelly,
La Düsseldorf,
Matthew Bourne,
These Immortal Souls,
MC5,
John Coltrane,
MDC,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arcadia,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boz Scaggs,
The Moleskins,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Slackers,
Robert Görl,
ABBA,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barrington Levy,
Parry Music,
Alton Ellis,
48th St. Collective,
Agent Orange,
Alphaville,
Quadrant,
Guru Guru,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Massinfluence,
Pantytec,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grey Daturas,
John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
Brass Construction,
Morten Harket,
Young Marble Giants,
Lower 48,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vladislav Delay,
U.S. Maple,
Zero Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dead Boys,
cv313,
Zapp,
New Order,
Ice-T,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.