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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Fela Kuti to the electroclash 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Darondo,
The Evens,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Angels of Light,
Marshall Jefferson,
Intrusion,
June Days,
Faust,
Boogie Down Productions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rhythm & Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Bush Tetras,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Duran Duran,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Subhumans,
Delta 5,
Bizarre Inc.,
Erykah Badu,
Marc Almond,
Alice Coltrane,
Tres Demented,
Gang Green,
Man Eating Sloth,
David McCallum,
Malaria!,
Amon Düül II,
Panda Bear,
MC5,
Donald Byrd,
John Cale,
Skarface,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Anakelly,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bauhaus,
Cecil Taylor,
Sällskapet,
Ituana,
the Human League,
Bronski Beat,
Hardrive,
Rakim,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grauzone,
The Martian,
Lou Reed,
Little Man,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Basic Channel,
Boz Scaggs,
Mr. Review,
Steve Hackett,
The Names,
Ken Boothe,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.