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 Sierra Leone 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Oblivians to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun City Girls,
Bad Manners,
PIL,
Archie Shepp,
Boogie Down Productions,
Godley & Creme,
Adolescents,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New Order,
Wolf Eyes,
Rosa Yemen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Piero Umiliani,
Pulsallama,
The Beau Brummels,
Bush Tetras,
A Certain Ratio,
Faust,
Livin' Joy,
Bob Dylan,
Alton Ellis,
Barbara Tucker,
Henry Cow,
Technova,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joy Division,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Human League,
Lalo Schifrin,
Althea and Donna,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang of Four,
Accadde A,
Josef K,
Gang Starr,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Electric Prunes,
Neu!,
H. Thieme,
Arcadia,
Quantec,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Skatalites,
Scratch Acid,
Barry Ungar,
The J.B.'s,
Shoche,
The Dirtbombs,
The Leaves,
Yusef Lateef,
Aural Exciters,
Magazine,
Pylon,
Outsiders,
The Velvet Underground,
Excepter,
L. Decosne,
Moss Icon,
Lightning Bolt,
The Techniques,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.