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 Mauritius 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Suicide to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Neu!,
New Order,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cowsills,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kerrie Biddell,
ABBA,
LL Cool J,
Intrusion,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Fluxion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Names,
Urselle,
Dark Day,
Organ,
The New Christs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tears for Fears,
The American Breed,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Index,
John Holt,
The Fire Engines,
Henry Cow,
Sällskapet,
The Motions,
Bronski Beat,
The Young Rascals,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fall,
Outsiders,
Funkadelic,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marmalade,
Blake Baxter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric Dolphy,
Rufus Thomas,
Siglo XX,
Accadde A,
Max Romeo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tommy Roe,
Wally Richardson,
Cameo,
Reagan Youth,
10cc,
Mandrill,
Sarah Menescal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Country Teasers,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.