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 Lesotho and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Skatalites to the electroclash 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
The Toasters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joey Negro,
Jesper Dahlback,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
MDC,
The Happenings,
Arthur Verocai,
The Litter,
Agent Orange,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Technova,
Black Sheep,
Soulsonic Force,
Audionom,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Parry Music,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Shuggie Otis,
Stereo Dub,
Scratch Acid,
Echospace,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dual Sessions,
Guru Guru,
Gastr Del Sol,
Unrelated Segments,
Ten City,
The Fugs,
Bad Manners,
Eurythmics,
Swans,
Mad Mike,
ABBA,
Roxy Music,
The Evens,
June Days,
Talk Talk,
Wire,
The Neon Judgement,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Hood,
Kaleidoscope,
Hot Snakes,
Nico,
Eric Copeland,
Jacques Brel,
Josef K,
Sight & Sound,
Wings,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
JFA,
Lyres,
Lindisfarne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Model 500,
Kurtis Blow,
Khruangbin,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.