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 Cyprus and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the dance 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Evens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Pole,
Massinfluence,
Alphaville,
The Mojo Men,
Tomorrow,
Porter Ricks,
Eddi Front,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeff Lynne,
MDC,
Slave,
Outsiders,
Arcadia,
Dark Day,
Model 500,
B.T. Express,
The Fortunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alton Ellis,
The Fire Engines,
Joey Negro,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Normal,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gong,
UT,
Section 25,
The Grass Roots,
The Pop Group,
Kerri Chandler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Simply Red,
The Busters,
Pantytec,
Colin Newman,
Ronnie Foster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Anthony Braxton,
Crime,
cv313,
Frankie Knuckles,
U.S. Maple,
The Toasters,
Bauhaus,
The Moleskins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stiv Bators,
The Modern Lovers,
Soulsonic Force,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Barracudas,
Talk Talk,
Franke,
Bush Tetras,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Von Mondo,
Blake Baxter,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.