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 Costa Rica and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ronan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Metal Thangz,
Delta 5,
X-101,
Shoche,
The Vogues,
Icehouse,
Pussy Galore,
Nico,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Q and Not U,
Amon Düül II,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roy Ayers,
Scott Walker,
Wolf Eyes,
Pere Ubu,
Prince Buster,
Aaron Thompson,
Au Pairs,
Lee Hazlewood,
PIL,
B.T. Express,
Pylon,
Vainqueur,
Kenny Larkin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Matthew Bourne,
Gichy Dan,
Porter Ricks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Excepter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ice-T,
Cecil Taylor,
Warsaw,
The Skatalites,
Little Man,
Sixth Finger,
Bad Manners,
Main Source,
Rhythm & Sound,
OOIOO,
Bill Wells,
Stetsasonic,
The Busters,
Fluxion,
Slave,
Juan Atkins,
La Düsseldorf,
Roger Hodgson,
Laurel Aitken,
Tubeway Army,
The Beau Brummels,
Anakelly,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Slick Rick,
Bluetip,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter and Kerry,
Sugar Minott,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.