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 Comoros and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Young Rascals to the rock 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vainqueur,
Adolescents,
Reagan Youth,
Roy Ayers,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-101,
Alice Coltrane,
Freddie Wadling,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gun Club,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Trojans,
The Black Dice,
Ponytail,
Blancmange,
Gerry Rafferty,
Absolute Body Control,
The Five Americans,
The Mojo Men,
Supertramp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Kinks,
The Grass Roots,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Techniques,
Roger Hodgson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roxy Music,
Tommy Roe,
Angry Samoans,
Don Cherry,
Model 500,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-Ray Spex,
T.S.O.L.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
48th St. Collective,
the Swans,
The Barracudas,
Junior Murvin,
Nico,
The Cowsills,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brick,
PIL,
Donald Byrd,
Wasted Youth,
The Searchers,
The Gories,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amon Düül II,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rakim,
the Bar-Kays,
Unwound,
Derrick May,
Dark Day,
Lakeside,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.