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 Cambodia and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Camberwell Now to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rotary Connection,
Maurizio,
Susan Cadogan,
Cecil Taylor,
Arab on Radar,
Loose Ends,
The Raincoats,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scan 7,
Skriet,
The Blackbyrds,
Dawn Penn,
The Neon Judgement,
The Remains,
Johnny Clarke,
The Index,
The Buckinghams,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Starr,
the Human League,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Suicide,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pharoah Sanders,
David McCallum,
Motorama,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deadbeat,
Accadde A,
Lucky Dragons,
The Doobie Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-101,
Model 500,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bronski Beat,
The Offenders,
Sound Behaviour,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Donald Byrd,
John Cale,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cheater Slicks,
John Holt,
Matthew Bourne,
Brothers Johnson,
Silicon Teens,
Connie Case,
The Skatalites,
10cc,
Toni Rubio,
The Fire Engines,
New Order,
Amon Düül,
The Misunderstood,
Pylon,
Lou Reed,
The Moleskins,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fortunes,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.