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 Mauritania and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
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 chamberlin 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 Funky Four + One to the grunge 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
John Cale,
Peter and Kerry,
Schoolly D,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Absolute Body Control,
Jandek,
Crooked Eye,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Searchers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Toasters,
Television,
Al Stewart,
China Crisis,
Sun Ra,
Terry Callier,
Aural Exciters,
Icehouse,
Bluetip,
Marine Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
The Slackers,
Hasil Adkins,
Minor Threat,
Mo-Dettes,
Marc Almond,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Junior Murvin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Audionom,
Donald Byrd,
The Dead C,
Rod Modell,
Massinfluence,
Gichy Dan,
Spandau Ballet,
Pagans,
Jeff Mills,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Tremeloes,
Minutemen,
The Electric Prunes,
Rufus Thomas,
Roy Ayers,
Surgeon,
Erasure,
The Evens,
The Pretty Things,
The Durutti Column,
Jimmy McGriff,
Loose Ends,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scientists,
Bobby Sherman,
Infiniti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fugs,
Au Pairs,
The Star Department,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.