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 Brazil and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tears for Fears to the grunge 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Rekid,
Prince Buster,
Qualms,
Hot Snakes,
Buzzcocks,
Ponytail,
Swans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sandy B,
Lower 48,
Bill Near,
Yazoo,
Kurtis Blow,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sugar Minott,
Brick,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mojo Men,
Yusef Lateef,
Dennis Brown,
Panda Bear,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blossom Toes,
The Kinks,
Joensuu 1685,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bluetip,
Glenn Branca,
Jeru the Damaja,
MC5,
Masters at Work,
China Crisis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Wyatt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ornette Coleman,
The Divine Comedy,
The Monks,
Marmalade,
Tubeway Army,
Sparks,
Thompson Twins,
The Stooges,
One Last Wish,
Harpers Bizarre,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cowsills,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
H. Thieme,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crash Course in Science,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Human League,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.