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 Cyprus and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 The Monochrome Set to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers 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?
The Young Rascals,
Franke,
Mad Mike,
the Soft Cell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Association,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scion,
Jeru the Damaja,
Public Enemy,
The Moleskins,
Scrapy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marine Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Au Pairs,
The Pop Group,
Cluster,
June Days,
Shuggie Otis,
Tres Demented,
The Real Kids,
Gang Starr,
Organ,
Howard Jones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crash Course in Science,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Godley & Creme,
Mo-Dettes,
Reagan Youth,
Black Moon,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Isaac Hayes,
Neil Young,
Yellowson,
Thee Headcoats,
Section 25,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ornette Coleman,
Derrick Morgan,
Skarface,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeff Mills,
The Mummies,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skaos,
Lou Reed,
The Move,
Prince Buster,
The Vogues,
Delta 5,
Bill Near,
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Görl,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.