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 Finland and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 10cc to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Wally Richardson,
Yaz,
Jandek,
K-Klass,
The Trojans,
Patti Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
Matthew Halsall,
Sarah Menescal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David Bowie,
Quadrant,
Make Up,
Pere Ubu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arthur Verocai,
Toni Rubio,
X-101,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barry Ungar,
Lower 48,
Pierre Henry,
The Smiths,
Godley & Creme,
Alison Limerick,
Harry Pussy,
Tomorrow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Von Mondo,
Cybotron,
Cymande,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Infiniti,
Basic Channel,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gladiators,
Camberwell Now,
Roxy Music,
Sam Rivers,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Flag,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roger Hodgson,
Malaria!,
The Barracudas,
Shoche,
Joyce Sims,
Adolescents,
the Association,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultra Naté,
Rufus Thomas,
48th St. Collective,
Ten City,
Terry Callier,
U.S. Maple,
Soft Machine,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.