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 Zimbabwe and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Lou Reed 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 Kenny Larkin to the jazz 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Fad Gadget,
Eli Mardock,
Amon Düül,
Fatback Band,
Lucky Dragons,
The Searchers,
Bobby Byrd,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dawn Penn,
Ossler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bad Manners,
Howard Jones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yusef Lateef,
E-Dancer,
Shoche,
Gil Scott Heron,
James White and The Blacks,
Al Stewart,
Severed Heads,
Dorothy Ashby,
Funky Four + One,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Bananas,
Nico,
John Foxx,
Toni Rubio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mars,
Sound Behaviour,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Saints,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed,
Jimmy McGriff,
Supertramp,
The Offenders,
Procol Harum,
Sixth Finger,
EPMD,
Pagans,
Deepchord,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Althea and Donna,
Lyres,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radiopuhelimet,
Accadde A,
The Angels of Light,
Kas Product,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Sherman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Trumans Water,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Slits,
Spoonie Gee,
Bronski Beat,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.