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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Halifax.
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 organ 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 the Fania All-Stars to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Evens,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pere Ubu,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cowsills,
John Lydon,
Arthur Verocai,
Alphaville,
Todd Rundgren,
World's Most,
The Angels of Light,
kango's stein massive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jandek,
Fear,
Eric Copeland,
Todd Terry,
Freddie Wadling,
John Foxx,
Y Pants,
Mandrill,
Dorothy Ashby,
Steve Hackett,
Newcleus,
Jawbox,
Fat Boys,
CMW,
The Gun Club,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter & Gordon,
The Barracudas,
The Slackers,
Bad Manners,
the Human League,
Zapp,
Oneida,
Robert Görl,
Danielle Patucci,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dead C,
Unwound,
Robert Wyatt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
UT,
Interpol,
Surgeon,
Liliput,
Masters at Work,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Unrelated Segments,
Magma,
Bush Tetras,
Mad Mike,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gichy Dan,
Warren Ellis,
The Seeds,
the Slits,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.