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 Swaziland and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 The Mojo Men to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Danielle Patucci,
Brick,
The Wake,
Althea and Donna,
Ituana,
Cal Tjader,
Essential Logic,
Tubeway Army,
Duran Duran,
The Fire Engines,
Isaac Hayes,
Wings,
Underground Resistance,
Toni Rubio,
The Golliwogs,
Ronnie Foster,
Ornette Coleman,
Lightning Bolt,
The Smoke,
Soulsonic Force,
Roxette,
Suicide,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rapeman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed,
Reagan Youth,
The Raincoats,
a-ha,
Connie Case,
Blossom Toes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joyce Sims,
the Human League,
Motorama,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
LL Cool J,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dual Sessions,
Warren Ellis,
Lalann,
The Kinks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Buzzcocks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cameo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delta 5,
Henry Cow,
T. Rex,
Leonard Cohen,
Swans,
The Buckinghams,
Don Cherry,
The Zeros,
Grandmaster Flash,
Erykah Badu,
Susan Cadogan,
Ohio Players,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.