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 New Zealand 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Roger Hodgson to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
The Gun Club,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Au Pairs,
Janne Schatter,
Accadde A,
Harpers Bizarre,
Easy Going,
The Monks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soul II Soul,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marvin Gaye,
Surgeon,
Ornette Coleman,
Vainqueur,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blossom Toes,
Chris Corsano,
Babytalk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mr. Review,
the Soft Cell,
Eden Ahbez,
Agent Orange,
Deepchord,
Dead Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Charles Mingus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Moody Blues,
Brand Nubian,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Procol Harum,
Ken Boothe,
Minny Pops,
Susan Cadogan,
The Blues Magoos,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bronski Beat,
Joey Negro,
The Moleskins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
ABBA,
Public Enemy,
Funky Four + One,
the Swans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Reagan Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cecil Taylor,
Radiohead,
Rufus Thomas,
Newcleus,
Marmalade,
Michelle Simonal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ituana,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.