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 Norway and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the electroclash 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Searchers,
Sun Ra,
This Heat,
Fat Boys,
David McCallum,
Sällskapet,
Suburban Knight,
The Walker Brothers,
Nico,
Yellowson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Q65,
Altered Images,
Negative Approach,
Sly & The Family Stone,
kango's stein massive,
Liliput,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dennis Brown,
The Tremeloes,
Hot Snakes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Byron Stingily,
Angry Samoans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Christie,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Essential Logic,
Popol Vuh,
Royal Trux,
Nik Kershaw,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Holt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Slackers,
David Bowie,
Grey Daturas,
The United States of America,
The Index,
Sugar Minott,
Drexciya,
Clear Light,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott Heron,
Television,
Piero Umiliani,
the Soft Cell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Modern Lovers,
Amazonics,
Skriet,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.