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 Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 D'Angelo to the rock 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Wasted Youth,
Rakim,
Connie Case,
Tomorrow,
Half Japanese,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mojo Men,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alton Ellis,
Amon Düül II,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nico,
John Lydon,
Suicide,
Circle Jerks,
Sandy B,
Popol Vuh,
Gregory Isaacs,
New York Dolls,
Radiohead,
Anakelly,
Eden Ahbez,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Henry Cow,
Masters at Work,
Kerri Chandler,
Janne Schatter,
X-Ray Spex,
8 Eyed Spy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joyce Sims,
X-102,
Johnny Clarke,
Organ,
The Motions,
Camberwell Now,
Soulsonic Force,
Livin' Joy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quando Quango,
Patti Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
Negative Approach,
Mars,
Sarah Menescal,
Roy Ayers,
Sparks,
Scientists,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bang On A Can,
The Sonics,
John Cale,
DJ Sneak,
Technova,
Sunsets and Hearts,
KRS-One,
June of 44,
The Tremeloes,
The Pretty Things,
The Kinks,
Kas Product,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.