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 Montenegro and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Marc Almond to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Slits,
Junior Murvin,
Delta 5,
Deepchord,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Index,
China Crisis,
Anakelly,
Iggy Pop,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Desert Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Scion,
The Knickerbockers,
Cecil Taylor,
Michelle Simonal,
John Lydon,
Stetsasonic,
Gong,
The Gap Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Pylon,
The Saints,
Bootsy Collins,
Faraquet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Swell Maps,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cameo,
Main Source,
Brand Nubian,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Neon Judgement,
H. Thieme,
Nils Olav,
The J.B.'s,
Qualms,
T. Rex,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yazoo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Subhumans,
The Young Rascals,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lucky Dragons,
Rufus Thomas,
Wasted Youth,
Mandrill,
The Fire Engines,
Audionom,
Patti Smith,
Skriet,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vainqueur,
Skaos,
The Music Machine,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.