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 Cape Verde and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Kool Moe Dee to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Tropical Tobacco,
Adolescents,
Swell Maps,
Anakelly,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gap Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New York Dolls,
Nick Fraelich,
Mission of Burma,
Alison Limerick,
Saccharine Trust,
Franke,
Eurythmics,
Robert Hood,
Don Cherry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vainqueur,
Matthew Bourne,
Judy Mowatt,
Au Pairs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crooked Eye,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Easy Going,
Shuggie Otis,
Susan Cadogan,
Unwound,
Lower 48,
Pantytec,
Porter Ricks,
Anthony Braxton,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quando Quango,
The Zeros,
Gerry Rafferty,
Second Layer,
Lebanon Hanover,
New Order,
The New Christs,
Fela Kuti,
James White and The Blacks,
The Angels of Light,
Matthew Halsall,
Spoonie Gee,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Wyatt,
Yaz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Pus,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Soft Cell,
Letta Mbulu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Cymande,
The Velvet Underground,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.