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 Sweden and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Echospace to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aural Exciters,
New Order,
Alice Coltrane,
Flash Fearless,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Velvet Underground,
Rites of Spring,
EPMD,
Lucky Dragons,
Slick Rick,
Arab on Radar,
Banda Bassotti,
R.M.O.,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mummies,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Wyatt,
Barry Ungar,
Gregory Isaacs,
Qualms,
The Golliwogs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Slits,
Fad Gadget,
Minnie Riperton,
10cc,
The Vogues,
Eric Dolphy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aaron Thompson,
Excepter,
Jerry's Kids,
Guru Guru,
Shoche,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scan 7,
Loose Ends,
Basic Channel,
Young Marble Giants,
Eve St. Jones,
Clear Light,
Boz Scaggs,
Crispian St. Peters,
UT,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nation of Ulysses,
E-Dancer,
Massinfluence,
Reagan Youth,
Yaz,
Japan,
Prince Buster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rufus Thomas,
Bad Manners,
Roy Ayers,
James White and The Blacks,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.