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 Mexico and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 The Detroit Cobras to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Suicide,
Sun Ra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Duran Duran,
the Human League,
Crispian St. Peters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rekid,
X-101,
Model 500,
Joy Division,
Zero Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Görl,
Lyres,
Pierre Henry,
Freddie Wadling,
Skarface,
Massinfluence,
Marvin Gaye,
Matthew Halsall,
Grauzone,
Stereo Dub,
Kaleidoscope,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cramps,
Ten City,
T. Rex,
Organ,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gichy Dan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fatback Band,
The Victims,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Starr,
Steve Hackett,
Andrew Hill,
Sight & Sound,
Radio Birdman,
ABBA,
Yazoo,
Eddi Front,
The Tremeloes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ohio Players,
Ituana,
The Grass Roots,
Derrick Morgan,
Spandau Ballet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Associates,
Aaron Thompson,
Sam Rivers,
Visage,
Susan Cadogan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.