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 Suriname and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
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 theremin 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 Music Machine to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Sugar Minott,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Normal,
Iggy Pop,
H. Thieme,
The Associates,
Section 25,
Rekid,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David Bowie,
Soul II Soul,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kas Product,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nirvana,
A Certain Ratio,
Niagra,
Moby Grape,
Maleditus Sound,
Zero Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Main Source,
The New Christs,
Pantaleimon,
The Seeds,
Barrington Levy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ohio Players,
Eurythmics,
Supertramp,
Wings,
Howard Jones,
The Fall,
The Leaves,
Scientists,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Trojans,
Ornette Coleman,
Kaleidoscope,
The Searchers,
Aloha Tigers,
Heaven 17,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Index,
The Vogues,
Boz Scaggs,
John Holt,
JFA,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Knickerbockers,
Skarface,
the Soft Cell,
The J.B.'s,
Roger Hodgson,
One Last Wish,
The Wake,
Bush Tetras,
John Foxx,
Aaron Thompson,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.