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 Australia and from New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Leaves to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Harmonia,
Public Enemy,
Oblivians,
Lower 48,
JFA,
Warren Ellis,
Sandy B,
Morten Harket,
Alison Limerick,
Michelle Simonal,
The Human League,
Sam Rivers,
The Mojo Men,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soulsonic Force,
Archie Shepp,
Amon Düül II,
Television,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Althea and Donna,
Soul II Soul,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Soft Cell,
Brothers Johnson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Faust,
Lou Reed,
Al Stewart,
The Last Poets,
Robert Wyatt,
X-102,
Fugazi,
The Martian,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Erasure,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scientists,
Pussy Galore,
Livin' Joy,
Crime,
Frankie Knuckles,
June Days,
Wolf Eyes,
Youth Brigade,
Procol Harum,
Soft Machine,
Average White Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lalann,
The Angels of Light,
Mandrill,
Little Man,
Deakin,
Maurizio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sarah Menescal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Prince Buster,
Hasil Adkins,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.