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 Palau and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eve St. Jones to the disco 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eurythmics,
Y Pants,
Flipper,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Inner City,
Wings,
K-Klass,
The Fuzztones,
CMW,
Charles Mingus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kayak,
Brothers Johnson,
Cheater Slicks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Al Stewart,
Clear Light,
The New Christs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Talk Talk,
Laurel Aitken,
Con Funk Shun,
a-ha,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quadrant,
Khruangbin,
Todd Terry,
Lightning Bolt,
Andrew Hill,
Scrapy,
Junior Murvin,
Black Moon,
Sun Ra,
Aural Exciters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Drexciya,
Audionom,
X-Ray Spex,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aaron Thompson,
ABC,
Byron Stingily,
Ken Boothe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ronan,
Sällskapet,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Pus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skarface,
Roy Ayers,
Lucky Dragons,
Stiv Bators,
Agent Orange,
Guru Guru,
Supertramp,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.