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 Accra.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tomorrow to the techno 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Dennis Brown,
John Foxx,
Matthew Bourne,
The Count Five,
Andrew Hill,
Qualms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Nils Olav,
Kerri Chandler,
In Retrospect,
Crime,
Junior Murvin,
Peter & Gordon,
Skriet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Al Stewart,
Fela Kuti,
The Residents,
The Names,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Young Marble Giants,
Tubeway Army,
Fat Boys,
Slave,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cramps,
Howard Jones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Todd Rundgren,
Anakelly,
Camouflage,
Cameo,
The Divine Comedy,
Soul II Soul,
The Zeros,
Magma,
Lindisfarne,
Lakeside,
X-101,
The Last Poets,
Mr. Review,
Pylon,
The Associates,
Yellowson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nas,
Yazoo,
Reuben Wilson,
H. Thieme,
the Germs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Index,
Lyres,
K-Klass,
Symarip,
Bronski Beat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ice-T,
The Pretty Things,
Leonard Cohen,
The Electric Prunes,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.