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 Colombia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kaleidoscope to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Fraelich record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Amazonics,
The Move,
The Cowsills,
The Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
The Music Machine,
The Gap Band,
Black Sheep,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Womack,
Tubeway Army,
Arthur Verocai,
The Slits,
The Star Department,
B.T. Express,
Nirvana,
Jandek,
David Bowie,
The Dirtbombs,
Skaos,
Outsiders,
Gang Gang Dance,
MDC,
Dave Gahan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bizarre Inc.,
UT,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kayak,
The Angels of Light,
The Velvet Underground,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barrington Levy,
Monolake,
The Young Rascals,
Qualms,
Fela Kuti,
Country Teasers,
the Human League,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kurtis Blow,
New York Dolls,
Girls At Our Best!,
World's Most,
London Community Gospel Choir,
kango's stein massive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bronski Beat,
Schoolly D,
Severed Heads,
Zapp,
Babytalk,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fortunes,
The Mummies,
Bootsy Collins,
Simply Red,
Max Romeo,
Goldenarms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.