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 Kenya and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Donald Fagen 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the disco 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Soft Machine,
The American Breed,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chris Corsano,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Altered Images,
Erykah Badu,
Circle Jerks,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Velvet Underground,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yellowson,
The Doors,
The Dead C,
Crime,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tommy Roe,
Minny Pops,
Alton Ellis,
Maleditus Sound,
Pylon,
Sarah Menescal,
Erasure,
Lakeside,
X-101,
Ken Boothe,
Dead Boys,
Agitation Free,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Blackbyrds,
The Zeros,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Residents,
Lindisfarne,
The Smiths,
AZ,
L. Decosne,
Dave Gahan,
Eddi Front,
The Wake,
Max Romeo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Visage,
Clear Light,
Warren Ellis,
Oneida,
Niagra,
Soul II Soul,
Zapp,
The Moody Blues,
Fear,
La Düsseldorf,
Saccharine Trust,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bush Tetras,
Hashim,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.