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 Colombia and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 ABBA to the rock 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Steve Hackett,
Beasts of Bourbon,
FM Einheit,
Patti Smith,
Altered Images,
X-102,
The New Christs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barry Ungar,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bad Manners,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Real Kids,
Country Teasers,
Fluxion,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radiohead,
Bobby Byrd,
Letta Mbulu,
Judy Mowatt,
Cluster,
OOIOO,
Thee Headcoats,
Carl Craig,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Sherman,
Pulsallama,
a-ha,
Pussy Galore,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed,
Sight & Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Morten Harket,
Qualms,
Quando Quango,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-Ray Spex,
Hot Snakes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Smoke,
The Martian,
Pantaleimon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joe Finger,
Lucky Dragons,
Todd Terry,
Slick Rick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eden Ahbez,
Chris Corsano,
The United States of America,
The Saints,
Lalann,
Malaria!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Bananas,
Monks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Outsiders,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.