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 Bhutan and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Davy DMX to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stereo Dub,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
MDC,
cv313,
Maurizio,
Lyres,
Darondo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pantytec,
Mary Jane Girls,
Adolescents,
Minnie Riperton,
Matthew Halsall,
Japan,
Minutemen,
The Golliwogs,
Neu!,
Freddie Wadling,
L. Decosne,
Von Mondo,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mummies,
The Real Kids,
June of 44,
Peter & Gordon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New York Dolls,
Trumans Water,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eddi Front,
The Residents,
Bauhaus,
CMW,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Birthday Party,
The Martian,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Althea and Donna,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harpers Bizarre,
OOIOO,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crooked Eye,
Toni Rubio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The American Breed,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Index,
Whodini,
The J.B.'s,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Urselle,
Black Bananas,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.