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 Lesotho 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Jeff Lynne to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mary Jane Girls,
Steve Hackett,
The Gladiators,
Duran Duran,
Donny Hathaway,
Barrington Levy,
Rekid,
Y Pants,
Lyres,
Lakeside,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bad Manners,
Tim Buckley,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pylon,
Erykah Badu,
The Fire Engines,
The Angels of Light,
David McCallum,
The Buckinghams,
Junior Murvin,
World's Most,
Lightning Bolt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
48th St. Collective,
Los Fastidios,
David Axelrod,
Pole,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric Dolphy,
Essential Logic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Agent Orange,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lower 48,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
H. Thieme,
Ken Boothe,
Glenn Branca,
Soft Machine,
Byron Stingily,
the Fania All-Stars,
Newcleus,
Main Source,
Nico,
Grauzone,
Easy Going,
Joe Finger,
The Cowsills,
The Birthday Party,
The Gun Club,
The Star Department,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.