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 South Africa and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
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 sitar 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 Rotary Connection to the punk 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Cluster,
The American Breed,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Christie,
Swell Maps,
Scan 7,
UT,
The United States of America,
June of 44,
The Red Krayola,
Ossler,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cramps,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yazoo,
New York Dolls,
Hoover,
Minnie Riperton,
Danielle Patucci,
Sparks,
Brass Construction,
Black Moon,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Spoonie Gee,
Camouflage,
Tomorrow,
Godley & Creme,
Arcadia,
Eric B and Rakim,
Von Mondo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soul II Soul,
The Fortunes,
The Smiths,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gap Band,
Newcleus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Holt,
Pantytec,
Neu!,
Freddie Wadling,
Niagra,
Steve Hackett,
The Mummies,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vladislav Delay,
Anthony Braxton,
Mantronix,
Lucky Dragons,
Chris Corsano,
Hasil Adkins,
David Bowie,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gun Club,
The Standells,
Boredoms,
Hardrive,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.