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 Kazakhstan and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Derrick May to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Avey Tare,
The Barracudas,
U.S. Maple,
Blake Baxter,
Mr. Review,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Q and Not U,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gichy Dan,
EPMD,
Tres Demented,
Rekid,
Crime,
Pylon,
Sandy B,
Pantaleimon,
Yazoo,
Kas Product,
Scrapy,
Schoolly D,
Minnie Riperton,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Man Eating Sloth,
Swell Maps,
Saccharine Trust,
Ludus,
Electric Prunes,
Au Pairs,
Camberwell Now,
Mandrill,
Youth Brigade,
This Heat,
The Cure,
Iggy Pop,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wasted Youth,
Jacob Miller,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Evens,
cv313,
The Vogues,
New York Dolls,
Symarip,
Ten City,
Joe Finger,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fad Gadget,
Supertramp,
Niagra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soft Machine,
Prince Buster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tommy Roe,
Swans,
The Slits,
The Toasters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.