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 Kazakhstan 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
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 rhodes 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 Eve St. Jones to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Electric Prunes,
Morten Harket,
John Lydon,
Duran Duran,
Cecil Taylor,
Henry Cow,
Sandy B,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Symarip,
Organ,
Can,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Michelle Simonal,
Monks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crime,
Chris Corsano,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
10cc,
Sällskapet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Simply Red,
The Pop Group,
Lakeside,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Reuben Wilson,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gories,
Iggy Pop,
Sun City Girls,
T. Rex,
Easy Going,
Los Fastidios,
Newcleus,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Animal Collective,
Qualms,
Joey Negro,
48th St. Collective,
The Slackers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joe Finger,
The Doors,
Marmalade,
Judy Mowatt,
Mr. Review,
Bootsy Collins,
Nirvana,
Kenny Larkin,
Chris & Cosey,
Swell Maps,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.