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 Somalia and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Donald Fagen 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 L. Decosne to the crunk 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Ronnie Foster,
Fad Gadget,
Khruangbin,
Pierre Henry,
Dawn Penn,
One Last Wish,
Thee Headcoats,
Joey Negro,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Spandau Ballet,
Jandek,
Eve St. Jones,
The Star Department,
The Gories,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Franke,
Man Parrish,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sam Rivers,
Archie Shepp,
Faraquet,
The Modern Lovers,
Ludus,
Infiniti,
New Order,
Deepchord,
Kevin Saunderson,
David McCallum,
The Standells,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scion,
The Pop Group,
The Move,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dave Gahan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Masters at Work,
R.M.O.,
Dead Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
X-Ray Spex,
Chrome,
Jacques Brel,
DJ Sneak,
Roxette,
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sonics,
The Monochrome Set,
Fela Kuti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Henry Cow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.