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 Cameroon and from Sao Paulo.
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 Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Icehouse to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radiohead,
The Searchers,
Stetsasonic,
New Age Steppers,
Lakeside,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Sonic Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
Faust,
Magazine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dawn Penn,
Rosa Yemen,
Grauzone,
Average White Band,
This Heat,
Iggy Pop,
Mantronix,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Piero Umiliani,
Soft Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
Model 500,
Aaron Thompson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kayak,
Terrestrial Tones,
R.M.O.,
Todd Rundgren,
the Slits,
Agent Orange,
Blake Baxter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Shoche,
The Busters,
Royal Trux,
Suburban Knight,
Barry Ungar,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Audionom,
Amon Düül,
Minnie Riperton,
David Axelrod,
Tears for Fears,
The Gories,
The Fortunes,
Das Ding,
Skarface,
UT,
Kenny Larkin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hashim,
Electric Prunes,
Shuggie Otis,
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.