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 Rwanda and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Shuggie Otis to the funk 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Glenn Branca,
F. McDonald,
Judy Mowatt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Goldenarms,
Visage,
Stetsasonic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ohio Players,
The Human League,
the Swans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Technova,
Eddi Front,
Shuggie Otis,
Sandy B,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bad Manners,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Leonard Cohen,
The Last Poets,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mandrill,
Harmonia,
Scratch Acid,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tim Buckley,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cheater Slicks,
PIL,
Bootsy Collins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Patti Smith,
Flipper,
The Tremeloes,
The Leaves,
Idris Muhammad,
Skriet,
L. Decosne,
Ronan,
Skaos,
The Raincoats,
Trumans Water,
Laurel Aitken,
Faraquet,
The Moody Blues,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blancmange,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Flag,
Desert Stars,
Bluetip,
Graham Central Station,
Lyres,
Magazine,
Bronski Beat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.