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 Hong Kong.
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 Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Average White Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Cluster,
Zapp,
Eden Ahbez,
Mantronix,
Agitation Free,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Judy Mowatt,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ituana,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The New Christs,
The Offenders,
Ten City,
the Germs,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Holt,
The United States of America,
The Monks,
The Raincoats,
Guru Guru,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eli Mardock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Trojans,
Mission of Burma,
cv313,
The Misunderstood,
Maurizio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dual Sessions,
Joey Negro,
Pussy Galore,
Unrelated Segments,
Y Pants,
June Days,
Jawbox,
Unwound,
Sparks,
H. Thieme,
Flipper,
Warren Ellis,
Scott Walker,
Lightning Bolt,
the Sonics,
Country Teasers,
Barbara Tucker,
Au Pairs,
Sam Rivers,
Matthew Halsall,
Motorama,
Bronski Beat,
the Soft Cell,
Glenn Branca,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eddi Front,
Crash Course in Science,
Delta 5,
The Pretty Things,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.