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 Nigeria and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
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 chamberlin 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
ABC,
Yaz,
The Neon Judgement,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roxette,
John Foxx,
The Gun Club,
Minnie Riperton,
Blake Baxter,
Scott Walker,
Danielle Patucci,
The Human League,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Half Japanese,
Tomorrow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soft Cell,
Intrusion,
Freddie Wadling,
Laurel Aitken,
New York Dolls,
Yellowson,
Susan Cadogan,
Janne Schatter,
Clear Light,
Simply Red,
The Leaves,
Visage,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
E-Dancer,
Cheater Slicks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alton Ellis,
Angry Samoans,
Ituana,
Sparks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Idris Muhammad,
Sam Rivers,
The Mojo Men,
Crime,
Spoonie Gee,
Grey Daturas,
Joe Smooth,
Camberwell Now,
Surgeon,
The New Christs,
Connie Case,
the Slits,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marc Almond,
This Heat,
Quadrant,
Todd Rundgren,
The Barracudas,
Interpol,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oneida,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.