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 Lithuania and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Porter Ricks to the disco 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Trumans Water,
Kas Product,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Monolake,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kerri Chandler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Infiniti,
Lindisfarne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Warsaw,
Blake Baxter,
Boz Scaggs,
Youth Brigade,
The Saints,
T. Rex,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Red Krayola,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Walker Brothers,
The Happenings,
JFA,
Ice-T,
Bob Dylan,
Mark Hollis,
Harry Pussy,
Con Funk Shun,
The Associates,
The Golliwogs,
Mo-Dettes,
Royal Trux,
Warren Ellis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nico,
Essential Logic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Parry Music,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tears for Fears,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soft Cell,
Shoche,
Andrew Hill,
Nick Fraelich,
Alice Coltrane,
Blossom Toes,
The Count Five,
Yazoo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quando Quango,
Duran Duran,
kango's stein massive,
Sound Behaviour,
The Moody Blues,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rod Modell,
Boredoms,
Morten Harket,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.