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 Philippines and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Bronski Beat to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sex Pistols,
Camberwell Now,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cowsills,
Scrapy,
Max Romeo,
Rapeman,
Neil Young,
PIL,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lower 48,
David McCallum,
Yaz,
Jeff Mills,
The Golliwogs,
D'Angelo,
Junior Murvin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nico,
Amazonics,
Black Sheep,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Youth Brigade,
Cymande,
OOIOO,
Rekid,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eurythmics,
The Kinks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sparks,
Cybotron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Monolake,
Y Pants,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neu!,
a-ha,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minnie Riperton,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Essential Logic,
Skriet,
Dark Day,
Maleditus Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Holt,
Rites of Spring,
Joe Finger,
Deadbeat,
MC5,
The Slits,
New Order,
The Music Machine,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.