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 Cape Verde and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 Bronski Beat to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nation of Ulysses,
Max Romeo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalann,
Nico,
Malaria!,
Pole,
Thompson Twins,
Sight & Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
FM Einheit,
Godley & Creme,
Alton Ellis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jandek,
The Vogues,
Negative Approach,
The Slits,
The Wake,
Mad Mike,
Guru Guru,
Henry Cow,
Peter & Gordon,
Brick,
Terrestrial Tones,
Althea and Donna,
The Blues Magoos,
Danielle Patucci,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dirtbombs,
The Seeds,
Rekid,
Jacob Miller,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cowsills,
Intrusion,
Accadde A,
Babytalk,
Buzzcocks,
The Durutti Column,
KRS-One,
Steve Hackett,
Magma,
Dave Gahan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jimmy McGriff,
Letta Mbulu,
Mo-Dettes,
Vainqueur,
Khruangbin,
Johnny Osbourne,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pere Ubu,
Darondo,
Iggy Pop,
The Toasters,
Roxette,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.