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 Eritrea and from Cairo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 Mo-Dettes to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deakin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter and Kerry,
Matthew Bourne,
Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci,
Crime,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rotary Connection,
Sixth Finger,
Model 500,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wire,
Young Marble Giants,
Ronan,
Babytalk,
Sandy B,
One Last Wish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roxette,
Scientists,
Interpol,
Cecil Taylor,
Fear,
Goldenarms,
Boredoms,
Toni Rubio,
Marc Almond,
Gang Starr,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Charles Mingus,
The Smiths,
Symarip,
Ultra Naté,
Altered Images,
The Raincoats,
This Heat,
Derrick Morgan,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dirtbombs,
Cybotron,
Pere Ubu,
Laurel Aitken,
Skriet,
Clear Light,
H. Thieme,
Magma,
Yazoo,
The Index,
the Slits,
Nik Kershaw,
Warsaw,
Guru Guru,
Audionom,
Hashim,
Nick Fraelich,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neil Young,
Depeche Mode,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.