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 East Timor and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Rosa Yemen,
Motorama,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Main Source,
Reuben Wilson,
Ituana,
Public Enemy,
Nas,
The Saints,
The Raincoats,
Popol Vuh,
The Smoke,
The Divine Comedy,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Bar-Kays,
Hasil Adkins,
Banda Bassotti,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeff Mills,
Vainqueur,
Isaac Hayes,
Nils Olav,
Inner City,
Animal Collective,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Moody Blues,
Matthew Halsall,
Harmonia,
Bush Tetras,
Urselle,
The Black Dice,
Sun City Girls,
Rekid,
The Gun Club,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Zapp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Happenings,
Deepchord,
Jawbox,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Infiniti,
Pagans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dawn Penn,
MC5,
The Sonics,
The Barracudas,
The Knickerbockers,
Laurel Aitken,
DNA,
Boredoms,
UT,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Zero Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Stetsasonic,
Funky Four + One,
The Moleskins,
Bronski Beat,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.