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 Andorra and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
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 Boz Scaggs to the crunk 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies 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,
Colin Newman,
The Trojans,
Cybotron,
Robert Wyatt,
Fela Kuti,
Loose Ends,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Archie Shepp,
Carl Craig,
Joe Finger,
Donny Hathaway,
Magazine,
Bootsy Collins,
DJ Style,
China Crisis,
Mary Jane Girls,
FM Einheit,
Spandau Ballet,
Grauzone,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soulsonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Panda Bear,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Angels of Light,
Ronan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deadbeat,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Five Americans,
Jeff Mills,
The Cramps,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Warsaw,
Iggy Pop,
Arcadia,
Stereo Dub,
Patti Smith,
Rotary Connection,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barbara Tucker,
Joensuu 1685,
The Birthday Party,
Main Source,
Alphaville,
Kurtis Blow,
Man Parrish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dave Gahan,
Youth Brigade,
the Fania All-Stars,
Simply Red,
Ten City,
Eurythmics,
The Electric Prunes,
The Golliwogs,
Terry Callier,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.