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 Tuvalu and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Angels of Light to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Dark Day,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Infiniti,
Mars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Negative Approach,
Robert Wyatt,
Laurel Aitken,
Average White Band,
The Dead C,
Alice Coltrane,
John Foxx,
Toni Rubio,
Roger Hodgson,
Steve Hackett,
Livin' Joy,
Yaz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neil Young,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Moon,
Marc Almond,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Görl,
the Normal,
Susan Cadogan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Black Dice,
Moss Icon,
James White and The Blacks,
Freddie Wadling,
Fort Wilson Riot,
R.M.O.,
Kurtis Blow,
Mark Hollis,
Wolf Eyes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mo-Dettes,
The Wake,
These Immortal Souls,
Marmalade,
Kayak,
Flash Fearless,
Nas,
Circle Jerks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amon Düül,
The Music Machine,
Au Pairs,
Subhumans,
Rapeman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eli Mardock,
Black Pus,
kango's stein massive,
Babytalk,
Vladislav Delay,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Godley & Creme,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.