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 Slovenia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 Q and Not U to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mad Mike,
Eddi Front,
The Cowsills,
June of 44,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Monks,
The Beau Brummels,
Excepter,
Dual Sessions,
Black Bananas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Section 25,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Al Stewart,
Cameo,
Wings,
Dark Day,
Marc Almond,
The Slits,
Donald Byrd,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Surgeon,
The Young Rascals,
Jesper Dahlback,
Slave,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eurythmics,
Soft Cell,
Von Mondo,
Isaac Hayes,
Roxette,
Dave Gahan,
Liliput,
Zero Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wasted Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pierre Henry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Circle Jerks,
Banda Bassotti,
Bob Dylan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Invisible,
Brick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Porter Ricks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barrington Levy,
Negative Approach,
Audionom,
David Axelrod,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nick Fraelich,
The Evens,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.