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 New Zealand and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Organ to the crunk 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
China Crisis,
The Standells,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arcadia,
The Moleskins,
Arab on Radar,
Sex Pistols,
Minny Pops,
the Fania All-Stars,
Television,
The Fortunes,
In Retrospect,
Absolute Body Control,
Hasil Adkins,
New Order,
The Fugs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Tremeloes,
Jacob Miller,
Half Japanese,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nirvana,
Eurythmics,
The New Christs,
The Techniques,
Gong,
Popol Vuh,
The Offenders,
Gang Starr,
Icehouse,
Electric Prunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Terry Callier,
Duran Duran,
Donny Hathaway,
Darondo,
Dawn Penn,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
James White and The Blacks,
David McCallum,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Babytalk,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marine Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
T. Rex,
Nick Fraelich,
The Skatalites,
Accadde A,
Colin Newman,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mummies,
Franke,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sällskapet,
Bluetip,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.