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 Syria and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Slave to the grime 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Wings,
Mantronix,
Eve St. Jones,
Max Romeo,
Model 500,
Scientists,
Bluetip,
Jacob Miller,
Matthew Halsall,
Hoover,
Bobby Sherman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sugar Minott,
Soul II Soul,
X-101,
The Motions,
Rod Modell,
Rites of Spring,
Y Pants,
EPMD,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Motorama,
World's Most,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roxette,
Todd Terry,
Wally Richardson,
The Litter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minutemen,
Alice Coltrane,
Jawbox,
Gang Starr,
June of 44,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Porter Ricks,
Scott Walker,
PIL,
Circle Jerks,
Barry Ungar,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boz Scaggs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mark Hollis,
The Dirtbombs,
Amon Düül II,
Colin Newman,
Blake Baxter,
Josef K,
Reagan Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Japan,
Leonard Cohen,
Bootsy Collins,
Clear Light,
Reuben Wilson,
Anakelly,
New York Dolls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fuzztones,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.