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 Ivory Coast and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rosa Yemen to the techno 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fluxion,
Guru Guru,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heaven 17,
James White and The Blacks,
the Slits,
Pantytec,
The Fugs,
Iggy Pop,
Fat Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Deakin,
Eve St. Jones,
Bronski Beat,
Scrapy,
The Trojans,
Half Japanese,
Ultimate Spinach,
Depeche Mode,
Magazine,
Fad Gadget,
Pole,
The Young Rascals,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moby Grape,
Nas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultra Naté,
Black Moon,
Roxy Music,
Aloha Tigers,
The Slackers,
The Angels of Light,
Motorama,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Au Pairs,
The New Christs,
The Cowsills,
The Barracudas,
Roy Ayers,
DJ Style,
Qualms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bad Manners,
Vainqueur,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gichy Dan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Q and Not U,
Scott Walker,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boredoms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sixth Finger,
Ohio Players,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.