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 Suriname and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 Rosa Yemen 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Model 500,
Charles Mingus,
Animal Collective,
Pole,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blake Baxter,
CMW,
The Martian,
Excepter,
Popol Vuh,
Joey Negro,
Niagra,
Kayak,
Erasure,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rufus Thomas,
Marmalade,
Sugar Minott,
Roger Hodgson,
The Detroit Cobras,
David Axelrod,
Eric Dolphy,
Kurtis Blow,
Can,
New Order,
Fluxion,
Minor Threat,
Mantronix,
Soul II Soul,
Nick Fraelich,
Howard Jones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oneida,
The Invisible,
Amon Düül,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Urselle,
Reuben Wilson,
Visage,
Laurel Aitken,
Bill Near,
the Swans,
Grauzone,
AZ,
Kas Product,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Music Machine,
The Standells,
Lakeside,
Scrapy,
The Smoke,
Robert Hood,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mojo Men,
Radio Birdman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Human League,
Thompson Twins,
David McCallum,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.