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 Papua New Guinea and from Cairo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Arab on Radar 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Vainqueur,
Skaos,
Joey Negro,
Electric Prunes,
Ludus,
Infiniti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Popol Vuh,
The Victims,
K-Klass,
Man Eating Sloth,
Babytalk,
Joy Division,
Harry Pussy,
Peter and Kerry,
Davy DMX,
Urselle,
Youth Brigade,
Juan Atkins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Procol Harum,
Jesper Dahlback,
JFA,
Gichy Dan,
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Little Man,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flipper,
Jacques Brel,
The Sonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Au Pairs,
Soft Cell,
Hoover,
Nik Kershaw,
Duran Duran,
Pylon,
Country Teasers,
Ultimate Spinach,
EPMD,
Wings,
Bronski Beat,
The Doors,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marc Almond,
the Soft Cell,
Arab on Radar,
Ultra Naté,
Scott Walker,
The Golliwogs,
Black Moon,
Cal Tjader,
The Busters,
Essential Logic,
Ronan,
Crooked Eye,
the Slits,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mantronix,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.