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 Accra.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 The Motions to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Massinfluence,
B.T. Express,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jacob Miller,
Soft Cell,
The Birthday Party,
Blancmange,
The Litter,
The Smiths,
Pierre Henry,
The Buckinghams,
Bauhaus,
Glambeats Corp.,
E-Dancer,
Slick Rick,
The Dead C,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Byrd,
Lebanon Hanover,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Techniques,
Symarip,
Babytalk,
Isaac Hayes,
The Durutti Column,
Eden Ahbez,
Quando Quango,
the Soft Cell,
Surgeon,
Crooked Eye,
Duran Duran,
Albert Ayler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Associates,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Blackbyrds,
The Happenings,
World's Most,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Oblivians,
Subhumans,
Joey Negro,
MC5,
Funkadelic,
Toni Rubio,
Aural Exciters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Second Layer,
Sister Nancy,
Mark Hollis,
Lyres,
Rotary Connection,
Rhythm & Sound,
Swell Maps,
Radiopuhelimet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.