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 France 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 The Detroit Cobras to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Lindisfarne,
Dennis Brown,
The Busters,
Amazonics,
Agent Orange,
The Selecter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crime,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alice Coltrane,
Kas Product,
Liliput,
Lee Hazlewood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Maurizio,
Pole,
Amon Düül II,
Stetsasonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deakin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bluetip,
Colin Newman,
Dave Gahan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Christie,
Alison Limerick,
The Cowsills,
Bob Dylan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Searchers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eli Mardock,
Laurel Aitken,
Q and Not U,
Ohio Players,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dawn Penn,
Harmonia,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harry Pussy,
Pulsallama,
Eric Copeland,
Nick Fraelich,
Massinfluence,
The Fire Engines,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Womack,
The Beau Brummels,
The Motions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cecil Taylor,
Steve Hackett,
In Retrospect,
Second Layer,
Joy Division,
The Monochrome Set,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.