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 Haiti and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Donald Fagen 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 K-Klass to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rites of Spring,
Urselle,
Blancmange,
Magma,
Fad Gadget,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lindisfarne,
Yaz,
The American Breed,
Soul II Soul,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chris & Cosey,
Liliput,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bush Tetras,
Sound Behaviour,
Fugazi,
The Searchers,
Country Teasers,
The Misunderstood,
FM Einheit,
Morten Harket,
Sun Ra,
Gang of Four,
The Litter,
Fear,
Scan 7,
Franke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moss Icon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Real Kids,
Stetsasonic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Smog,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Last Poets,
John Holt,
8 Eyed Spy,
AZ,
Scrapy,
Peter and Kerry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Wake,
Leonard Cohen,
Dual Sessions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flipper,
Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nirvana,
The Fire Engines,
The Slackers,
Bronski Beat,
The Five Americans,
Rufus Thomas,
10cc,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.