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 Greece and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Bronski Beat to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Max Romeo,
Freddie Wadling,
EPMD,
Skarface,
Infiniti,
Matthew Bourne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Zero Boys,
Mars,
Ponytail,
Babytalk,
Half Japanese,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chris Corsano,
Grauzone,
Man Parrish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wally Richardson,
Lindisfarne,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Sherman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quadrant,
Joey Negro,
Harmonia,
Aaron Thompson,
The Music Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Sex Pistols,
The Skatalites,
The Walker Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
Barry Ungar,
Blancmange,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gladiators,
Albert Ayler,
Bad Manners,
The Moody Blues,
Rapeman,
Bill Wells,
Kas Product,
Godley & Creme,
The Dead C,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Offenders,
Flipper,
Desert Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stereo Dub,
The Star Department,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Magma,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Silicon Teens,
Howard Jones,
The Associates,
Skaos,
Terry Callier,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.