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 Tonga and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Little Man 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter and Kerry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Depeche Mode,
Crime,
John Cale,
B.T. Express,
Leonard Cohen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New Order,
The Motions,
Fugazi,
Yazoo,
Wally Richardson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soul Sonic Force,
Shoche,
Monolake,
Scrapy,
The Gories,
Radiopuhelimet,
Freddie Wadling,
Sällskapet,
Cheater Slicks,
Quando Quango,
the Sonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Martian,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alison Limerick,
Adolescents,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Parry Music,
Accadde A,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mo-Dettes,
Sarah Menescal,
The Grass Roots,
The Litter,
Fear,
Chris & Cosey,
Eli Mardock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Newcleus,
Subhumans,
Eve St. Jones,
ABBA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sonic Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moss Icon,
Barrington Levy,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Flag,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.