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 Laos and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Piero Umiliani to the disco 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Kayak,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Flag,
The Cowsills,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sister Nancy,
ABC,
Pharoah Sanders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crime,
Mark Hollis,
Mission of Burma,
Erykah Badu,
The Human League,
The Birthday Party,
Talk Talk,
the Human League,
Con Funk Shun,
Leonard Cohen,
Joey Negro,
L. Decosne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nas,
Hoover,
The United States of America,
Arab on Radar,
One Last Wish,
Andrew Hill,
Terry Callier,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Urselle,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
H. Thieme,
Arthur Verocai,
The Invisible,
Marvin Gaye,
Surgeon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Starr,
The Raincoats,
David Axelrod,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Sheep,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Moleskins,
Eric Copeland,
Jeff Mills,
The Remains,
Al Stewart,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Blues Magoos,
The Standells,
Moebius,
Section 25,
Hardrive,
Sun Ra,
John Cale,
Stiv Bators,
Fela Kuti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Y Pants,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.