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 Bangladesh and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Hashim to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fuzztones,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Age Steppers,
R.M.O.,
MC5,
10cc,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Animal Collective,
Funkadelic,
Erasure,
Sonic Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
Slick Rick,
Fatback Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Silicon Teens,
Cheater Slicks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kayak,
Black Pus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cymande,
T.S.O.L.,
John Holt,
World's Most,
The Cowsills,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David Axelrod,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Masters at Work,
Stereo Dub,
The Slackers,
The Angels of Light,
Interpol,
X-Ray Spex,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lakeside,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Move,
Janne Schatter,
Dawn Penn,
Urselle,
Tres Demented,
D'Angelo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Niagra,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Banda Bassotti,
Easy Going,
Cameo,
Al Stewart,
H. Thieme,
The Blues Magoos,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.