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 San Marino and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Lou Reed 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 Eric Copeland to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn 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?
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Womack,
Lindisfarne,
Black Moon,
Nas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cecil Taylor,
Radio Birdman,
Lalann,
Adolescents,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-Ray Spex,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Standells,
Soul II Soul,
Sandy B,
Jimmy McGriff,
Don Cherry,
Smog,
Deadbeat,
Steve Hackett,
Japan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Little Man,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fela Kuti,
Eric Dolphy,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pylon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Wyatt,
Kerri Chandler,
Schoolly D,
Angry Samoans,
Basic Channel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gories,
Maurizio,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed,
Agitation Free,
E-Dancer,
Guru Guru,
Pierre Henry,
Monolake,
Tropical Tobacco,
Monks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aaron Thompson,
The Blackbyrds,
The Moody Blues,
Silicon Teens,
the Sonics,
Camberwell Now,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.