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 Sri Lanka and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Golliwogs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Gabor Szabo,
Darondo,
The Standells,
Icehouse,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Animal Collective,
Mandrill,
Chris Corsano,
Marine Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harry Pussy,
Franke,
Television Personalities,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sound,
Eurythmics,
Black Moon,
Minny Pops,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Sheep,
Eric Copeland,
Country Teasers,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Junior Murvin,
Scan 7,
Skaos,
B.T. Express,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Howard Jones,
Simply Red,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deepchord,
the Slits,
T.S.O.L.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eve St. Jones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deakin,
The Barracudas,
Iggy Pop,
New Order,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang of Four,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nas,
The Fall,
Arcadia,
F. McDonald,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Babytalk,
Flipper,
Sound Behaviour,
Porter Ricks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sixth Finger,
Sex Pistols,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.