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 Kyrgyzstan and from Spokane.
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 Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Scratch Acid to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Cal Tjader,
Graham Central Station,
Mad Mike,
Bill Near,
Brass Construction,
Nico,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fat Boys,
The Monks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cybotron,
Television Personalities,
The Mummies,
Shoche,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Franke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jacob Miller,
The Human League,
Barclay James Harvest,
Khruangbin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Silicon Teens,
Michelle Simonal,
Ossler,
Robert Hood,
Barrington Levy,
Ludus,
The Red Krayola,
Scott Walker,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Swans,
Motorama,
Ultravox,
La Düsseldorf,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Royal Trux,
Gabor Szabo,
Loose Ends,
Rotary Connection,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sam Rivers,
The Techniques,
David Bowie,
Outsiders,
Grandmaster Flash,
T. Rex,
Soulsonic Force,
Desert Stars,
Newcleus,
The Count Five,
Minnie Riperton,
Boz Scaggs,
Brothers Johnson,
The Seeds,
Magma,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.