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 Liechtenstein and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 New Christs to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oneida,
Thee Headcoats,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tom Boy,
The Human League,
Kayak,
The Black Dice,
The Saints,
Kurtis Blow,
Wings,
Bronski Beat,
Gichy Dan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Susan Cadogan,
Livin' Joy,
Subhumans,
Erasure,
Accadde A,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ornette Coleman,
Television,
Swell Maps,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Procol Harum,
La Düsseldorf,
Jacob Miller,
Joensuu 1685,
Kenny Larkin,
Gerry Rafferty,
KRS-One,
Ronan,
Peter & Gordon,
Lalann,
Eurythmics,
DJ Sneak,
The Star Department,
Joy Division,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Sherman,
This Heat,
Dennis Brown,
Mad Mike,
the Normal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Germs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scientists,
Laurel Aitken,
The Angels of Light,
China Crisis,
Byron Stingily,
Todd Rundgren,
CMW,
Maurizio,
Fear,
Ponytail,
the Slits,
The Fall,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.