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 Taipei.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joensuu 1685 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
The Modern Lovers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lungfish,
The Young Rascals,
Metal Thangz,
Joensuu 1685,
Ornette Coleman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
This Heat,
Erykah Badu,
Lalann,
The Gladiators,
the Soft Cell,
Joey Negro,
Moss Icon,
Pylon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yaz,
Heaven 17,
John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Little Man,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pere Ubu,
Model 500,
Zero Boys,
Sandy B,
Donald Byrd,
The Motions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Skatalites,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Agent Orange,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Interpol,
Colin Newman,
John Lydon,
Kayak,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Swans,
The Gun Club,
The Saints,
The Gories,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New Order,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter and Kerry,
Neu!,
Minutemen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Freddie Wadling,
Marmalade,
Shuggie Otis,
Ossler,
Jeff Lynne,
Mars,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.