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 China and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jeff Lynne to the jazz 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Laurel Aitken,
Max Romeo,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Görl,
The Litter,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Christie,
Ohio Players,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scientists,
Second Layer,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gichy Dan,
The Evens,
The Standells,
Absolute Body Control,
Wings,
Tres Demented,
The Monochrome Set,
Spandau Ballet,
E-Dancer,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Monks,
Camberwell Now,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Trojans,
Lightning Bolt,
Suicide,
Glenn Branca,
Ken Boothe,
Tubeway Army,
Nico,
Bluetip,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Angry Samoans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Johnny Osbourne,
MC5,
Minnie Riperton,
The Martian,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Buckinghams,
Jacob Miller,
The Cure,
Can,
Black Flag,
Stiv Bators,
Brass Construction,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Susan Cadogan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Livin' Joy,
AZ,
Aural Exciters,
LL Cool J,
Nick Fraelich,
Babytalk,
The United States of America,
Average White Band,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.