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 Panama and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 Sun Ra to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Skatalites,
The Standells,
Zapp,
Nico,
The Electric Prunes,
Roxy Music,
David Bowie,
Marshall Jefferson,
MDC,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Görl,
Scan 7,
Fluxion,
Q65,
Swell Maps,
Saccharine Trust,
Main Source,
Shoche,
Alphaville,
Boredoms,
Mr. Review,
Amazonics,
Hardrive,
Banda Bassotti,
The Divine Comedy,
Henry Cow,
Ituana,
Kerrie Biddell,
Supertramp,
Scientists,
The Mummies,
The Doobie Brothers,
Patti Smith,
Monolake,
The Gladiators,
Fugazi,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
K-Klass,
John Foxx,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sex Pistols,
Accadde A,
Blossom Toes,
Peter and Kerry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joey Negro,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Bar-Kays,
Country Teasers,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Black Dice,
ABBA,
Radio Birdman,
Crime,
The Slackers,
Anakelly,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yusef Lateef,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.