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 Qatar and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Red Krayola to the disco 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Jeff Lynne,
Joe Smooth,
Bush Tetras,
UT,
Ice-T,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harry Pussy,
Cymande,
Desert Stars,
Groovy Waters,
Bluetip,
Leonard Cohen,
Quando Quango,
Funky Four + One,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aloha Tigers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flamin' Groovies,
Accadde A,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Morten Harket,
Danielle Patucci,
Ituana,
Sun Ra,
Zapp,
Skaos,
Mad Mike,
Country Teasers,
Alison Limerick,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young,
Soul II Soul,
the Germs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Heaven 17,
MDC,
the Bar-Kays,
The Skatalites,
Tears for Fears,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Malaria!,
The Fugs,
Wally Richardson,
The Cramps,
Gang of Four,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oblivians,
The Modern Lovers,
Au Pairs,
ABBA,
Outsiders,
The Leaves,
Robert Wyatt,
Ponytail,
Howard Jones,
The Angels of Light,
Adolescents,
Jeru the Damaja,
Livin' Joy,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.