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 Micronesia and from Portland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Thompson Twins to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Ronan,
The Techniques,
Accadde A,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Swans,
The Residents,
Ornette Coleman,
Pylon,
Erykah Badu,
John Lydon,
Anakelly,
kango's stein massive,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dirtbombs,
X-102,
Susan Cadogan,
Ponytail,
Shoche,
Kenny Larkin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deepchord,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Q and Not U,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Electric Prunes,
Fela Kuti,
The Fugs,
Sight & Sound,
The Vogues,
Matthew Halsall,
Scrapy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DNA,
Schoolly D,
The Skatalites,
Cecil Taylor,
Barbara Tucker,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pussy Galore,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lungfish,
The Raincoats,
The Offenders,
Man Eating Sloth,
Simply Red,
Skarface,
Altered Images,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minor Threat,
Bronski Beat,
Vainqueur,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Whodini,
Frankie Knuckles,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.