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 Hungary and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Roxy Music to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rosa Yemen,
Man Parrish,
The Count Five,
Kayak,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Delta 5,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arthur Verocai,
Delon & Dalcan,
Procol Harum,
Dark Day,
Sandy B,
The Associates,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Litter,
Shoche,
Grey Daturas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mummies,
Suburban Knight,
The Martian,
Little Man,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joey Negro,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Real Kids,
Dawn Penn,
Cluster,
ABC,
The Gories,
Rod Modell,
Easy Going,
Toni Rubio,
Joy Division,
D'Angelo,
The Last Poets,
Fugazi,
Bluetip,
Eli Mardock,
MC5,
Mark Hollis,
Yusef Lateef,
Pussy Galore,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tomorrow,
F. McDonald,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lower 48,
The Mojo Men,
John Cale,
Tom Boy,
Flipper,
Whodini,
the Slits,
Black Bananas,
The Tremeloes,
Connie Case,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.