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 Macedonia and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Mission of Burma to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Eddi Front,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-101,
Mission of Burma,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grauzone,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rufus Thomas,
The Vogues,
Hoover,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eve St. Jones,
Malaria!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
FM Einheit,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scion,
Crispian St. Peters,
H. Thieme,
The New Christs,
Pantaleimon,
Fat Boys,
The Stooges,
Todd Rundgren,
The Offenders,
Connie Case,
Camouflage,
Intrusion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Faraquet,
ABC,
The Five Americans,
Panda Bear,
DJ Sneak,
Charles Mingus,
The Angels of Light,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Byrd,
China Crisis,
Kaleidoscope,
Half Japanese,
Jesper Dahlback,
Morten Harket,
Althea and Donna,
Fad Gadget,
The Names,
Stereo Dub,
Cluster,
Black Pus,
DJ Style,
Kas Product,
The Pretty Things,
Radiohead,
Erasure,
Magma,
Graham Central Station,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.