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 Afghanistan and from Accra.
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 Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the grime 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Terry Callier,
Jimmy McGriff,
Johnny Clarke,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grauzone,
Jerry's Kids,
Lungfish,
The Pretty Things,
Sex Pistols,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dave Gahan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Smiths,
Marvin Gaye,
B.T. Express,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Hood,
The Evens,
The Gladiators,
the Slits,
Gang Starr,
Steve Hackett,
Zero Boys,
Tomorrow,
Henry Cow,
Slick Rick,
PIL,
The Knickerbockers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
LL Cool J,
Donald Byrd,
Ken Boothe,
Jacob Miller,
Matthew Bourne,
Jacques Brel,
The Last Poets,
The Electric Prunes,
Newcleus,
The Young Rascals,
Interpol,
Flipper,
Suicide,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moss Icon,
Mandrill,
the Soft Cell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Inner City,
Stiv Bators,
Excepter,
Crash Course in Science,
the Normal,
Basic Channel,
Althea and Donna,
Bang On A Can,
Soft Cell,
Robert Wyatt,
Marine Girls,
The Trojans,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.