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 Oman and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 Youth Brigade to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Slits,
Boz Scaggs,
Technova,
Moss Icon,
Suicide,
Dave Gahan,
Pierre Henry,
Mantronix,
Ohio Players,
Alphaville,
Sugar Minott,
Smog,
Brothers Johnson,
New Age Steppers,
Neil Young,
LL Cool J,
Robert Wyatt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terry Callier,
Gong,
Bronski Beat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Echospace,
Bush Tetras,
Marine Girls,
Slave,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lyres,
Rekid,
Little Man,
Ten City,
Tres Demented,
Basic Channel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Agent Orange,
Rotary Connection,
The Fugs,
Delta 5,
The Flesh Eaters,
10cc,
the Association,
Section 25,
Motorama,
MC5,
The Gories,
Blossom Toes,
Arthur Verocai,
Hasil Adkins,
Altered Images,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Selecter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Organ,
Dawn Penn,
Agitation Free,
Lucky Dragons,
Soft Machine,
Quando Quango,
the Human League,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.