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 Honduras and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mr. Review to the rock 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Gang of Four,
Wolf Eyes,
Kayak,
Dennis Brown,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pulsallama,
The Victims,
New York Dolls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thee Headcoats,
Radiohead,
New Age Steppers,
Bill Wells,
Section 25,
Jeff Lynne,
Erykah Badu,
Marc Almond,
Barbara Tucker,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bauhaus,
John Holt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Golliwogs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chrome,
The Doors,
10cc,
Brand Nubian,
Fad Gadget,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tim Buckley,
Goldenarms,
Niagra,
T.S.O.L.,
Nils Olav,
Derrick Morgan,
Arab on Radar,
The Fugs,
The Litter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ponytail,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hoover,
Aural Exciters,
Bronski Beat,
a-ha,
Grauzone,
The Zeros,
Tears for Fears,
Index,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Byrd,
Bob Dylan,
The Real Kids,
Dark Day,
Supertramp,
The Blues Magoos,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.