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 Bahrain 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Bronski Beat to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Spoonie Gee,
MDC,
Albert Ayler,
Quantec,
Deakin,
Sandy B,
Boredoms,
Hot Snakes,
Erykah Badu,
The Walker Brothers,
The Human League,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Five Americans,
Marine Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fear,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moebius,
Massinfluence,
Fat Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gichy Dan,
Soul II Soul,
The Skatalites,
CMW,
Model 500,
Roger Hodgson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Martian,
The Evens,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Malaria!,
Pere Ubu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aaron Thompson,
Joy Division,
Black Moon,
Babytalk,
The Standells,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marmalade,
Al Stewart,
Barclay James Harvest,
Qualms,
Magma,
Radio Birdman,
The Wake,
Robert Hood,
The Young Rascals,
Arcadia,
David McCallum,
The Buckinghams,
the Fania All-Stars,
Darondo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vladislav Delay,
Slave,
Negative Approach,
The J.B.'s,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.