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 San Marino and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Mr. Review to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Ultravox,
DNA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Icehouse,
Davy DMX,
Blake Baxter,
Livin' Joy,
Spoonie Gee,
Thompson Twins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stockholm Monsters,
Absolute Body Control,
Yaz,
Dawn Penn,
The Pretty Things,
Byron Stingily,
Talk Talk,
Agent Orange,
Television Personalities,
Big Daddy Kane,
T. Rex,
The Fall,
The Velvet Underground,
Spandau Ballet,
Tears for Fears,
The Techniques,
AZ,
Whodini,
Minny Pops,
Outsiders,
Warren Ellis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Altered Images,
Steve Hackett,
Camouflage,
Oblivians,
Rosa Yemen,
Metal Thangz,
Harmonia,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Victims,
Deakin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Danielle Patucci,
Sound Behaviour,
Crime,
Scientists,
Ituana,
Roxy Music,
the Sonics,
Morten Harket,
Deadbeat,
Fela Kuti,
The Monochrome Set,
X-Ray Spex,
a-ha,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sarah Menescal,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.