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 Liberia and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Derrick Morgan to the crunk 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Talk Talk,
Funkadelic,
a-ha,
The Sonics,
The Buckinghams,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Graham Central Station,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Judy Mowatt,
Roy Ayers,
Connie Case,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Erasure,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun Ra,
The Fortunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Massinfluence,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bauhaus,
The Velvet Underground,
Patti Smith,
Q65,
Theoretical Girls,
The Residents,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joensuu 1685,
Todd Rundgren,
Grey Daturas,
Public Enemy,
Lalann,
The Associates,
The Offenders,
Youth Brigade,
Sandy B,
Tres Demented,
Stiv Bators,
China Crisis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Slave,
Shuggie Otis,
The Zeros,
Black Moon,
Idris Muhammad,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Banda Bassotti,
The Skatalites,
Fluxion,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Monks,
Skarface,
Wasted Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Josef K,
Monks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rotary Connection,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.