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 Azerbaijan and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kayak,
The Moody Blues,
Mad Mike,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter & Gordon,
48th St. Collective,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Martian,
Average White Band,
The Techniques,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lalann,
Symarip,
Nas,
Fatback Band,
Fluxion,
Q and Not U,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Cale,
Kurtis Blow,
Gabor Szabo,
Section 25,
Bill Wells,
Bronski Beat,
Peter and Kerry,
Skriet,
H. Thieme,
Yellowson,
The Pretty Things,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alphaville,
The Star Department,
Pole,
The Fall,
Inner City,
Sister Nancy,
Junior Murvin,
David Axelrod,
Ornette Coleman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lower 48,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grauzone,
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moss Icon,
Idris Muhammad,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Sheep,
Black Flag,
Technova,
David McCallum,
Todd Rundgren,
the Soft Cell,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.