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 Guyana and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Young Rascals to the techno 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Letta Mbulu,
The Blackbyrds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amon Düül II,
Marvin Gaye,
Lower 48,
The Velvet Underground,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ituana,
Warsaw,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Victims,
Inner City,
Moss Icon,
Goldenarms,
Drexciya,
Interpol,
a-ha,
Unrelated Segments,
Smog,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Standells,
Traffic Nightmare,
KRS-One,
Lucky Dragons,
Infiniti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Seeds,
Zapp,
One Last Wish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DNA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Henry Cow,
Wolf Eyes,
Minny Pops,
Cal Tjader,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Hood,
Kenny Larkin,
Urselle,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bush Tetras,
Cameo,
Morten Harket,
The Music Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marc Almond,
Barbara Tucker,
Cluster,
Soul II Soul,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.