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 China and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 Pet Shop Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
D'Angelo,
Joey Negro,
Ituana,
The Selecter,
Wally Richardson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fad Gadget,
Al Stewart,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Sonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bronski Beat,
Scientists,
Robert Görl,
Michelle Simonal,
Index,
Marvin Gaye,
Arcadia,
The Happenings,
Basic Channel,
Scion,
Chrome,
K-Klass,
Hardrive,
Make Up,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Archie Shepp,
Dead Boys,
Suburban Knight,
A Flock of Seagulls,
E-Dancer,
Animal Collective,
The Index,
Main Source,
Spoonie Gee,
Public Enemy,
MDC,
Bluetip,
Sam Rivers,
Q and Not U,
Brass Construction,
The Birthday Party,
Average White Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alice Coltrane,
Swans,
B.T. Express,
EPMD,
Das Ding,
the Swans,
Stereo Dub,
In Retrospect,
John Lydon,
Gong,
The Durutti Column,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.