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 Trinidad & Tobago and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Michael McDonald 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the dance 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Max Romeo,
MDC,
X-102,
The Searchers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Busters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skarface,
Porter Ricks,
The Smoke,
Monolake,
Godley & Creme,
The Sonics,
FM Einheit,
The Music Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brick,
Aloha Tigers,
Scratch Acid,
B.T. Express,
Dual Sessions,
Jacob Miller,
Franke,
Average White Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scientists,
The Blues Magoos,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bob Dylan,
Jeff Lynne,
Gastr Del Sol,
OOIOO,
Flash Fearless,
Pantaleimon,
UT,
Sparks,
Negative Approach,
Robert Hood,
Young Marble Giants,
Mo-Dettes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Procol Harum,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Green,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hashim,
Dawn Penn,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Infiniti,
Marine Girls,
Eurythmics,
Aural Exciters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Second Layer,
Steve Hackett,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pussy Galore,
Howard Jones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.