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 Japan and from London.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Man Parrish,
Amazonics,
Alphaville,
Vladislav Delay,
Symarip,
Fluxion,
The Dirtbombs,
Wasted Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
Trumans Water,
Ultravox,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Shuggie Otis,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Holt,
Rotary Connection,
Peter and Kerry,
the Germs,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sound,
The Victims,
Duran Duran,
Alison Limerick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Television Personalities,
Jimmy McGriff,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amon Düül,
Icehouse,
The Gap Band,
Kenny Larkin,
The Knickerbockers,
FM Einheit,
Royal Trux,
Leonard Cohen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Starr,
Ituana,
Graham Central Station,
DJ Style,
Jeff Mills,
The Martian,
The Moody Blues,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott Heron,
R.M.O.,
8 Eyed Spy,
La Düsseldorf,
Cluster,
Patti Smith,
The Vogues,
Andrew Hill,
Quando Quango,
Mad Mike,
The New Christs,
Brick,
Godley & Creme,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.