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 Kenya and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Eric Dolphy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Black Moon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gap Band,
Nik Kershaw,
David Bowie,
Tim Buckley,
CMW,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kool Moe Dee,
This Heat,
Stiv Bators,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Tres Demented,
Livin' Joy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gladiators,
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Marc Almond,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Siglo XX,
Motorama,
Bob Dylan,
Terry Callier,
Nas,
The Moody Blues,
Yellowson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Half Japanese,
The Moleskins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ronan,
Symarip,
The American Breed,
Soul II Soul,
Marvin Gaye,
Fluxion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Minutemen,
Severed Heads,
Rapeman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-102,
Kurtis Blow,
Essential Logic,
Surgeon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alison Limerick,
Warsaw,
Johnny Clarke,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Modern Lovers,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Buckinghams,
New Order,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hot Snakes,
Tears for Fears,
Aaron Thompson,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.