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 Moldova 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kerri Chandler to the rock 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wings,
Trumans Water,
Camouflage,
Negative Approach,
Flash Fearless,
Clear Light,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Sonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lindisfarne,
The Dirtbombs,
Soul II Soul,
Scott Walker,
Ossler,
Ten City,
Amon Düül II,
Jacques Brel,
The Leaves,
Boogie Down Productions,
T. Rex,
Gong,
The Searchers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lyres,
Nirvana,
Albert Ayler,
John Holt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joe Smooth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Pussy Galore,
Hardrive,
Au Pairs,
Swell Maps,
Urselle,
The Alarm Clocks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeru the Damaja,
Shoche,
Neu!,
World's Most,
John Cale,
Brand Nubian,
Yazoo,
The Index,
Pylon,
Marvin Gaye,
The Offenders,
Swans,
Silicon Teens,
Matthew Bourne,
Bob Dylan,
Scientists,
Al Stewart,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Angels of Light,
Pharoah Sanders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.