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 Malawi and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 X-102 to the jazz 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Young Marble Giants,
The Trojans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
EPMD,
Derrick May,
Organ,
Eddi Front,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Sherman,
Nick Fraelich,
Glambeats Corp.,
Prince Buster,
Smog,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Coltrane,
Juan Atkins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Green,
The Music Machine,
Andrew Hill,
The Fugs,
Ituana,
The Golliwogs,
Motorama,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David Axelrod,
Urselle,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cybotron,
John Foxx,
Index,
Todd Rundgren,
Funkadelic,
The Vogues,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fuzztones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skarface,
Kayak,
Stetsasonic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rapeman,
Reagan Youth,
Bob Dylan,
The Dead C,
Don Cherry,
Arab on Radar,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Doobie Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dark Day,
the Slits,
Jeff Mills,
The Litter,
Sam Rivers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Public Enemy,
The Mojo Men,
Eve St. Jones,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.