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 Russia and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Aaron Thompson to the crunk 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Index,
Inner City,
Thee Headcoats,
The Saints,
Technova,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Flag,
Roxette,
ABC,
The Golliwogs,
Leonard Cohen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Derrick May,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gories,
Television Personalities,
Pantytec,
Half Japanese,
Man Parrish,
The Fall,
Mo-Dettes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
June of 44,
Jawbox,
Faraquet,
Masters at Work,
Severed Heads,
Soft Machine,
Joe Smooth,
Sarah Menescal,
Surgeon,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Görl,
John Holt,
Subhumans,
Heaven 17,
Joey Negro,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
R.M.O.,
Todd Rundgren,
Suicide,
Make Up,
Delta 5,
The Names,
Maurizio,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gong,
Marc Almond,
David Bowie,
The Smiths,
Absolute Body Control,
Bootsy Collins,
Ohio Players,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aural Exciters,
Skriet,
Cecil Taylor,
Alison Limerick,
Ornette Coleman,
Cymande,
Siglo XX,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.