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 Bahamas and from Accra.
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 Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Essential Logic to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Magazine,
Ossler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Cale,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The United States of America,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
JFA,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Techniques,
The Blues Magoos,
the Association,
The Knickerbockers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joy Division,
Cymande,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fugazi,
X-102,
Q and Not U,
Morten Harket,
Qualms,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Tubeway Army,
The New Christs,
The Modern Lovers,
Faust,
Supertramp,
Trumans Water,
Bob Dylan,
Donald Byrd,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rod Modell,
K-Klass,
B.T. Express,
Eric Copeland,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kool Moe Dee,
World's Most,
Hoover,
Popol Vuh,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Barracudas,
The American Breed,
The Slits,
Parry Music,
Crispian St. Peters,
Organ,
Skaos,
Bauhaus,
Deakin,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Beau Brummels,
The Toasters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Section 25,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.