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 Nicaragua and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Oneida,
In Retrospect,
Motorama,
Throbbing Gristle,
Von Mondo,
Steve Hackett,
Erasure,
Gichy Dan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eden Ahbez,
Aaron Thompson,
Arcadia,
Quando Quango,
Cluster,
Rosa Yemen,
New York Dolls,
Suburban Knight,
Rapeman,
Basic Channel,
The Residents,
Soft Cell,
The Searchers,
Matthew Bourne,
ABBA,
Alphaville,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun City Girls,
Roxy Music,
Junior Murvin,
The Fall,
Toni Rubio,
The Seeds,
Peter & Gordon,
Mad Mike,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deakin,
Pole,
Unwound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reuben Wilson,
A Certain Ratio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Slick Rick,
X-Ray Spex,
Scion,
Zero Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Arab on Radar,
Siglo XX,
Ultra Naté,
LL Cool J,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Misunderstood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Move,
The Victims,
Delta 5,
the Swans,
The Index,
Bobby Sherman,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.