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 Sri Lanka and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Aural Exciters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sonny Sharrock,
MDC,
Scientists,
Avey Tare,
Skarface,
Nico,
Bluetip,
Rod Modell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pere Ubu,
Scrapy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Khruangbin,
Model 500,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skriet,
Bootsy Collins,
The Barracudas,
Todd Rundgren,
Moebius,
Laurel Aitken,
Flipper,
JFA,
Magma,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cybotron,
Cal Tjader,
Slick Rick,
Morten Harket,
Stiv Bators,
Jandek,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reuben Wilson,
Buzzcocks,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerri Chandler,
Brick,
Soul II Soul,
Archie Shepp,
Schoolly D,
This Heat,
Joensuu 1685,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marc Almond,
Hasil Adkins,
Eden Ahbez,
Sandy B,
Harry Pussy,
The Motions,
Talk Talk,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stetsasonic,
Cameo,
Bobby Womack,
David McCallum,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.