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 Tajikistan 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
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 chamberlin 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 The Martian to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DNA,
The Sonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-101,
Theoretical Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rapeman,
Mars,
David Axelrod,
Eric Dolphy,
The Neon Judgement,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Q65,
The Happenings,
Deakin,
Alton Ellis,
Dual Sessions,
Joe Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
A Certain Ratio,
Derrick Morgan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Toasters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marine Girls,
The Fortunes,
Monks,
The Barracudas,
L. Decosne,
Camberwell Now,
Duran Duran,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nils Olav,
The Misunderstood,
Thee Headcoats,
Steve Hackett,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gichy Dan,
Echospace,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Newcleus,
Warsaw,
Freddie Wadling,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Matthew Bourne,
Simply Red,
Tropical Tobacco,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joyce Sims,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Von Mondo,
The Techniques,
Scientists,
Stiv Bators,
The Fuzztones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Au Pairs,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.