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 Canada and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chris & Cosey,
Darondo,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-101,
Charles Mingus,
The Kinks,
Toni Rubio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bob Dylan,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Soft Cell,
Kas Product,
Ohio Players,
Livin' Joy,
Skriet,
Sun Ra,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Sherman,
The Blackbyrds,
Average White Band,
Ludus,
Pantytec,
Urselle,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Underground Resistance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Monks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Warsaw,
Hasil Adkins,
Banda Bassotti,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roxette,
Spandau Ballet,
Erasure,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jacques Brel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Pus,
Peter and Kerry,
a-ha,
Sam Rivers,
Yusef Lateef,
Niagra,
The Human League,
Wire,
CMW,
Anakelly,
Rosa Yemen,
Terry Callier,
Adolescents,
Soft Cell,
Iggy Pop,
Television,
Minor Threat,
Donald Byrd,
Smog,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.