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 Tajikistan and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 Barbara Tucker to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Basic Channel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Kinks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Niagra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Maurizio,
Camberwell Now,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fear,
the Germs,
Cluster,
Joe Finger,
Bill Near,
Dennis Brown,
Spandau Ballet,
Warren Ellis,
Icehouse,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Stooges,
Deakin,
Can,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Au Pairs,
Amon Düül II,
Bluetip,
Amazonics,
Wings,
Fugazi,
Technova,
Roxy Music,
Graham Central Station,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camouflage,
ABC,
Mr. Review,
Dawn Penn,
EPMD,
F. McDonald,
Joensuu 1685,
Lucky Dragons,
Lalann,
Qualms,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeru the Damaja,
Delta 5,
Isaac Hayes,
Average White Band,
Ultra Naté,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Smoke,
Tom Boy,
Marc Almond,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arcadia,
Agent Orange,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.