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 St Lucia and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the punk 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Slave,
Fluxion,
The Tremeloes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blake Baxter,
Brand Nubian,
The Mummies,
Accadde A,
Jeff Mills,
ABC,
Lyres,
Bronski Beat,
the Sonics,
Hasil Adkins,
Index,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Red Krayola,
Boogie Down Productions,
Suburban Knight,
Q and Not U,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gladiators,
Rotary Connection,
Absolute Body Control,
Liliput,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
The Wake,
Dead Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Gichy Dan,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-Ray Spex,
Cheater Slicks,
Pagans,
Andrew Hill,
The Names,
Dave Gahan,
This Heat,
The Music Machine,
Inner City,
Aaron Thompson,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Invisible,
Scratch Acid,
Bang On A Can,
Matthew Halsall,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Los Fastidios,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Japan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Durutti Column,
Glenn Branca,
Ossler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Funky Four + One,
Bush Tetras,
Brass Construction,
Alice Coltrane,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.