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 Saudi Arabia and from Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Amazonics to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Delta 5,
Kenny Larkin,
Aaron Thompson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Accadde A,
The Cure,
The Smoke,
Y Pants,
Severed Heads,
Second Layer,
Ten City,
The Gories,
DNA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Index,
Alice Coltrane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amon Düül,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scott Walker,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rapeman,
Peter and Kerry,
John Holt,
Minnie Riperton,
Anakelly,
Freddie Wadling,
China Crisis,
Crooked Eye,
Maurizio,
Harry Pussy,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
Swans,
Ossler,
The Vogues,
The Slackers,
Alphaville,
Heaven 17,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Royal Trux,
Oneida,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brass Construction,
Bronski Beat,
AZ,
Tim Buckley,
Roger Hodgson,
The Grass Roots,
Joey Negro,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dennis Brown,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eden Ahbez,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.