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 Swaziland and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Matthew Halsall to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Aaron Thompson,
Andrew Hill,
Dave Gahan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Zapp,
The Electric Prunes,
Graham Central Station,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gap Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stiv Bators,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soft Machine,
Black Bananas,
Davy DMX,
Soft Cell,
The Cowsills,
Scion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Neil Young,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Halsall,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Motions,
Althea and Donna,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Spoonie Gee,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joey Negro,
Bootsy Collins,
The Wake,
Steve Hackett,
Man Parrish,
The Fire Engines,
Deadbeat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wings,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fugs,
World's Most,
Byron Stingily,
Circle Jerks,
Joe Finger,
Suicide,
Michelle Simonal,
Ituana,
Absolute Body Control,
Infiniti,
Maurizio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Normal,
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.