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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 Bronski Beat to the grime 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
The Fortunes,
Swans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Techniques,
Wings,
The Happenings,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Bananas,
Pagans,
Bobby Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soft Machine,
Scrapy,
Man Parrish,
D'Angelo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
MC5,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mission of Burma,
Eli Mardock,
Los Fastidios,
Aswad,
The Mummies,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nico,
Andrew Hill,
Davy DMX,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ice-T,
Masters at Work,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Infiniti,
Darondo,
Bob Dylan,
The Fall,
the Human League,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skarface,
Shoche,
Yellowson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Althea and Donna,
Marvin Gaye,
Minnie Riperton,
Mo-Dettes,
Matthew Halsall,
Second Layer,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Donald Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stereo Dub,
Essential Logic,
Hasil Adkins,
Stiv Bators,
Whodini,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.