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 Malta and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mantronix to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '80s.
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 The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
FM Einheit,
These Immortal Souls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Whodini,
Roxette,
Unrelated Segments,
Silicon Teens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lindisfarne,
Nico,
Howard Jones,
The Smoke,
Liliput,
Flash Fearless,
The Stooges,
Sight & Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Oblivians,
Harpers Bizarre,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mary Jane Girls,
Au Pairs,
The Divine Comedy,
Dead Boys,
Barry Ungar,
The Smiths,
Mark Hollis,
Aural Exciters,
The Grass Roots,
Peter & Gordon,
Wings,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Index,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Todd Rundgren,
Don Cherry,
Soulsonic Force,
Rod Modell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minny Pops,
La Düsseldorf,
John Lydon,
The Dirtbombs,
Barrington Levy,
The Gun Club,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tropical Tobacco,
Juan Atkins,
Tres Demented,
Warren Ellis,
Popol Vuh,
Albert Ayler,
Roy Ayers,
Max Romeo,
Desert Stars,
Outsiders,
Maleditus Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.