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 Gambia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Terry Callier to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Lakeside,
Erasure,
Mark Hollis,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Shadows of Knight,
The J.B.'s,
Fatback Band,
Unwound,
Scrapy,
Quando Quango,
Jeff Mills,
Wings,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aloha Tigers,
Sex Pistols,
Wally Richardson,
The Doors,
Hasil Adkins,
the Sonics,
Arcadia,
Supertramp,
Aaron Thompson,
Godley & Creme,
Khruangbin,
Tres Demented,
David Bowie,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chris & Cosey,
Cymande,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vainqueur,
Michelle Simonal,
The Happenings,
Circle Jerks,
X-102,
Bronski Beat,
The Vogues,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sound,
Agent Orange,
F. McDonald,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Morten Harket,
Bill Near,
The Slackers,
The Mummies,
Bluetip,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amon Düül II,
Sugar Minott,
Eve St. Jones,
Nation of Ulysses,
H. Thieme,
Camouflage,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ituana,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.