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 Serbia and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Lalann to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dawn Penn,
Barry Ungar,
June Days,
The Names,
Rotary Connection,
Janne Schatter,
Jeff Lynne,
The Misunderstood,
The Tremeloes,
The Toasters,
The Smoke,
The New Christs,
Cybotron,
Barbara Tucker,
Bob Dylan,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Blues Magoos,
Yusef Lateef,
Monolake,
Deepchord,
Theoretical Girls,
Visage,
Ludus,
Neil Young,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Frankie Knuckles,
Make Up,
Negative Approach,
Aswad,
Mad Mike,
China Crisis,
Peter and Kerry,
Alison Limerick,
The Trojans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Mandrill,
Black Pus,
Metal Thangz,
Quando Quango,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
ABBA,
Flipper,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Wyatt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sandy B,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alphaville,
Dave Gahan,
The Stooges,
Joensuu 1685,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Doors,
Boz Scaggs,
Delta 5,
AZ,
Procol Harum,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.