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 Chile 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Whodini to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index 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?
Monks,
The Smiths,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New Age Steppers,
Moss Icon,
R.M.O.,
Donny Hathaway,
Leonard Cohen,
Absolute Body Control,
Minnie Riperton,
Schoolly D,
Unrelated Segments,
Bad Manners,
The Walker Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
cv313,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tubeway Army,
EPMD,
Pulsallama,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Henry Cow,
Flash Fearless,
The Victims,
Masters at Work,
Graham Central Station,
The Doors,
H. Thieme,
Quantec,
The Blues Magoos,
Marmalade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eurythmics,
These Immortal Souls,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Human League,
Hasil Adkins,
Iggy Pop,
Beasts of Bourbon,
10cc,
Blancmange,
Interpol,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joensuu 1685,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Saints,
Minny Pops,
Freddie Wadling,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joyce Sims,
Banda Bassotti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bauhaus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Coltrane,
The Last Poets,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Womack,
MC5,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.