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 Samoa 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin 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 Suicide to the funk 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dead Boys,
Aural Exciters,
The Vogues,
Country Teasers,
Byron Stingily,
Infiniti,
Brass Construction,
Tomorrow,
The Monochrome Set,
Erykah Badu,
Junior Murvin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Juan Atkins,
Glenn Branca,
The Skatalites,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Invisible,
DJ Style,
Dark Day,
Index,
Scion,
Amon Düül,
Groovy Waters,
Peter and Kerry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Liliput,
The Misunderstood,
Marc Almond,
The Sonics,
The Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman,
Lindisfarne,
Gichy Dan,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neu!,
Eurythmics,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Martian,
L. Decosne,
Negative Approach,
Gabor Szabo,
Ice-T,
The Moleskins,
These Immortal Souls,
The Five Americans,
Fluxion,
The Count Five,
Mission of Burma,
Brick,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camberwell Now,
Zero Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Suicide,
Shoche,
Joe Smooth,
Camouflage,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Pretty Things,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.