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 Guatemala 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Niagra to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Robert Görl,
Franke,
The Misunderstood,
The Fire Engines,
The Standells,
Trumans Water,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Unrelated Segments,
The Searchers,
Fluxion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alphaville,
Spandau Ballet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roy Ayers,
Mission of Burma,
the Association,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Buckinghams,
The Victims,
Minnie Riperton,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Funkadelic,
Todd Terry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Blackbyrds,
L. Decosne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yaz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Normal,
Janne Schatter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fela Kuti,
Kerri Chandler,
Public Enemy,
Barrington Levy,
EPMD,
Glambeats Corp.,
Buzzcocks,
Nik Kershaw,
Q65,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Stooges,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radio Birdman,
The Names,
Charles Mingus,
The Busters,
Marc Almond,
Funky Four + One,
Fear,
Connie Case,
Morten Harket,
Tears for Fears,
Gichy Dan,
LL Cool J,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camberwell Now,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.