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 Niger and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Motions to the disco 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Model 500,
Peter & Gordon,
Faraquet,
Los Fastidios,
Don Cherry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deadbeat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fall,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oneida,
The Tremeloes,
Make Up,
The Evens,
Black Flag,
Urselle,
Oblivians,
Derrick Morgan,
Dawn Penn,
The Selecter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Raincoats,
Lou Christie,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blake Baxter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aswad,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Green,
Clear Light,
Depeche Mode,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Motions,
the Swans,
OOIOO,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Saints,
Reagan Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cal Tjader,
Hasil Adkins,
Godley & Creme,
Bush Tetras,
Joyce Sims,
Bootsy Collins,
The Names,
Chrome,
Monolake,
Interpol,
Suburban Knight,
Grey Daturas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-102,
Robert Wyatt,
Lower 48,
The Index,
Intrusion,
Donald Byrd,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Misunderstood,
Cybotron,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.