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 Cyprus and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Shuggie Otis to the techno 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Wally Richardson,
Kenny Larkin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terry Callier,
Sandy B,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minny Pops,
Scan 7,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flash Fearless,
Arthur Verocai,
Ten City,
Wolf Eyes,
Swans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sarah Menescal,
Sister Nancy,
Boredoms,
MDC,
Country Teasers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jawbox,
Agitation Free,
Junior Murvin,
Chrome,
Danielle Patucci,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
a-ha,
Roger Hodgson,
The Five Americans,
Magma,
The Gun Club,
Vladislav Delay,
Newcleus,
Bob Dylan,
The Selecter,
Ituana,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aaron Thompson,
David Bowie,
Boz Scaggs,
Anthony Braxton,
Todd Terry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Womack,
Steve Hackett,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oneida,
Rapeman,
Jacob Miller,
Yazoo,
Basic Channel,
Bad Manners,
Kas Product,
The Barracudas,
Dawn Penn,
The Black Dice,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amazonics,
Funkadelic,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.