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 Guinea-Bissau and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Toni Rubio 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Duran Duran,
Matthew Halsall,
Fatback Band,
Sam Rivers,
David Axelrod,
Scan 7,
Black Flag,
Cheater Slicks,
Max Romeo,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Real Kids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flipper,
The Evens,
Don Cherry,
Negative Approach,
Neil Young,
Eli Mardock,
Scrapy,
Fad Gadget,
Yaz,
Anthony Braxton,
Clear Light,
L. Decosne,
Guru Guru,
Vainqueur,
Darondo,
Suicide,
John Foxx,
The Slits,
Brothers Johnson,
Bluetip,
The Birthday Party,
Radiohead,
June of 44,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marc Almond,
the Human League,
Sällskapet,
The Pretty Things,
Stiv Bators,
Babytalk,
Japan,
DJ Sneak,
Delta 5,
Freddie Wadling,
Theoretical Girls,
Bronski Beat,
a-ha,
Sparks,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Hood,
Siglo XX,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Motions,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare,
Pere Ubu,
Iggy Pop,
Animal Collective,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.