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 Belarus and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Procol Harum to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Donald Byrd,
Roxette,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Supertramp,
Black Sheep,
Soulsonic Force,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Young Rascals,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sound,
Roy Ayers,
The Music Machine,
Altered Images,
Minny Pops,
Cymande,
Warsaw,
Traffic Nightmare,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Livin' Joy,
Rapeman,
Flipper,
the Human League,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Starr,
Tres Demented,
Visage,
Matthew Bourne,
Make Up,
Girls At Our Best!,
PIL,
Fatback Band,
Pierre Henry,
Aaron Thompson,
Camberwell Now,
World's Most,
the Germs,
Susan Cadogan,
T.S.O.L.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Janne Schatter,
Faust,
Con Funk Shun,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skaos,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lalann,
Jacques Brel,
David McCallum,
Gichy Dan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Charles Mingus,
Yusef Lateef,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Goldenarms,
China Crisis,
Lucky Dragons,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.