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 Norway and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
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 marimba 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 Anakelly to the grunge 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Janne Schatter,
PIL,
Laurel Aitken,
Buzzcocks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chrome,
The Stooges,
Marc Almond,
the Sonics,
Pole,
Yusef Lateef,
Jandek,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fad Gadget,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cluster,
Tres Demented,
LL Cool J,
Agent Orange,
Country Teasers,
EPMD,
Electric Prunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Moody Blues,
Donny Hathaway,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alison Limerick,
Eurythmics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mission of Burma,
Arthur Verocai,
The Doors,
The Fall,
Frankie Knuckles,
Easy Going,
Max Romeo,
Theoretical Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
U.S. Maple,
10cc,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mojo Men,
X-101,
Monks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roy Ayers,
The Invisible,
Crime,
Oneida,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Delon & Dalcan,
Negative Approach,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott Heron,
Judy Mowatt,
Inner City,
The Selecter,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.