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 Gambia and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Minnie Riperton to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Amon Düül II,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Coltrane,
Gang of Four,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bush Tetras,
The Martian,
Camouflage,
June Days,
Blancmange,
Ossler,
Sandy B,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ohio Players,
Deepchord,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Michelle Simonal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Clear Light,
Byron Stingily,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Spoonie Gee,
Tom Boy,
Jerry's Kids,
The Move,
Johnny Clarke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marine Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tubeway Army,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gichy Dan,
Television,
Loose Ends,
Sam Rivers,
The Five Americans,
Arthur Verocai,
Fat Boys,
David Bowie,
Matthew Halsall,
Fela Kuti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Essential Logic,
Supertramp,
Public Enemy,
Gang Green,
Radio Birdman,
David McCallum,
Mr. Review,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.