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 Marshall Islands and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Michael McDonald 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 Boogie Down Productions to the jazz 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Soft Cell,
Eddi Front,
ABBA,
La Düsseldorf,
Todd Rundgren,
Scott Walker,
Camberwell Now,
One Last Wish,
DJ Style,
PIL,
Godley & Creme,
Black Pus,
The Monochrome Set,
Pussy Galore,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Music Machine,
Negative Approach,
Soulsonic Force,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Danielle Patucci,
Little Man,
Underground Resistance,
Laurel Aitken,
Brothers Johnson,
Moby Grape,
Iggy Pop,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Suicide,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Motions,
Max Romeo,
Oneida,
Deadbeat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Q and Not U,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kayak,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Warsaw,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Lydon,
Wally Richardson,
Ken Boothe,
China Crisis,
Maleditus Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Basic Channel,
B.T. Express,
Cheater Slicks,
Dark Day,
Dawn Penn,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultimate Spinach,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed,
Matthew Halsall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grey Daturas,
The Modern Lovers,
Stiv Bators,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.