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 Guyana and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Dawn Penn to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
L. Decosne,
The Stooges,
Radiohead,
Black Bananas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radio Birdman,
The Pop Group,
The Litter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Reuben Wilson,
The Last Poets,
Rekid,
Scan 7,
Sugar Minott,
Glambeats Corp.,
Unwound,
UT,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Suicide,
The Index,
Wings,
Silicon Teens,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fela Kuti,
Skarface,
Crime,
Todd Rundgren,
Cheater Slicks,
Jerry's Kids,
The American Breed,
Patti Smith,
The Motions,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sound,
Aswad,
The Human League,
Bluetip,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kayak,
Vainqueur,
Marvin Gaye,
Rapeman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blossom Toes,
Camouflage,
The Smiths,
Gang Green,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gichy Dan,
The Gap Band,
Bad Manners,
Royal Trux,
Symarip,
Bush Tetras,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Don Cherry,
Darondo,
Sandy B,
Icehouse,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.