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 Slovenia and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Vainqueur to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Mo-Dettes,
B.T. Express,
Fear,
The Blackbyrds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Slits,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Flesh Eaters,
AZ,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lakeside,
The Gories,
Black Flag,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Smiths,
Audionom,
Roy Ayers,
Maurizio,
EPMD,
Joensuu 1685,
Derrick May,
Scratch Acid,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Monks,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Star Department,
Darondo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Talk Talk,
Sex Pistols,
Deakin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cure,
Alton Ellis,
Ornette Coleman,
The Evens,
Bad Manners,
the Bar-Kays,
The Motions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Agent Orange,
Joyce Sims,
Kerri Chandler,
Cybotron,
David Axelrod,
Spoonie Gee,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Birthday Party,
Kayak,
Dark Day,
John Holt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Young Rascals,
Underground Resistance,
Grauzone,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blancmange,
Barrington Levy,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.