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 Estonia and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
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 marimba 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 Mr. Review to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eddi Front record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Morten Harket,
Magazine,
The Monks,
Wally Richardson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Associates,
ABC,
Gabor Szabo,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fuzztones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Sonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Searchers,
Moby Grape,
Monolake,
Aswad,
Spoonie Gee,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Raincoats,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lyres,
Yellowson,
Camouflage,
Chrome,
Ronan,
Kenny Larkin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dark Day,
Steve Hackett,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lalann,
Symarip,
Television,
Kerri Chandler,
Rakim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare,
Cheater Slicks,
Bill Wells,
Radio Birdman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jerry's Kids,
Second Layer,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jacob Miller,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed,
Theoretical Girls,
Au Pairs,
Infiniti,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.