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 Dominica and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the rock 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
FM Einheit,
The Count Five,
The Divine Comedy,
Theoretical Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bill Wells,
Basic Channel,
Peter and Kerry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barrington Levy,
The Gladiators,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Last Poets,
Idris Muhammad,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Black Dice,
The Star Department,
These Immortal Souls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scan 7,
Oneida,
Harmonia,
Don Cherry,
MDC,
Agitation Free,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mars,
Robert Wyatt,
The Trojans,
Faust,
Henry Cow,
Bob Dylan,
Ohio Players,
Chris Corsano,
Kool Moe Dee,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Zapp,
Parry Music,
Man Parrish,
Ossler,
Magma,
Joy Division,
The Cure,
Soft Machine,
David Axelrod,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fortunes,
Eddi Front,
Soulsonic Force,
the Human League,
R.M.O.,
Cameo,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.