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 Zambia and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Normal to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tubeway Army,
Gong,
DJ Style,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marc Almond,
MDC,
Depeche Mode,
Niagra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kayak,
Whodini,
R.M.O.,
Lyres,
June Days,
Arab on Radar,
Joy Division,
The Flesh Eaters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bronski Beat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Khruangbin,
Lou Christie,
Gabor Szabo,
Boz Scaggs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sonny Sharrock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Agent Orange,
Dave Gahan,
Nico,
Icehouse,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Trojans,
The Cramps,
Skriet,
FM Einheit,
Lalann,
Metal Thangz,
LL Cool J,
John Cale,
Popol Vuh,
The Cowsills,
Ornette Coleman,
Carl Craig,
Kevin Saunderson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Gang Dance,
Animal Collective,
Surgeon,
Neu!,
the Sonics,
Steve Hackett,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Anthony Braxton,
kango's stein massive,
Fat Boys,
E-Dancer,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.