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 Solomon Islands and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mission of Burma to the disco 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
UT,
Qualms,
Youth Brigade,
Section 25,
La Düsseldorf,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sonics,
Bobby Womack,
The Names,
Henry Cow,
The Pretty Things,
Lakeside,
Jeff Lynne,
Cecil Taylor,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Babytalk,
Arab on Radar,
Zapp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mark Hollis,
Morten Harket,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Darondo,
Ronan,
The Golliwogs,
Siglo XX,
Jawbox,
The Remains,
Camouflage,
Lalo Schifrin,
Television,
Scion,
Roxy Music,
Black Moon,
Joy Division,
The Fugs,
Sugar Minott,
CMW,
Simply Red,
Rites of Spring,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Gang Dance,
June Days,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ponytail,
Wings,
The Music Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
Metal Thangz,
Visage,
The Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Urselle,
Slave,
T. Rex,
Tomorrow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
U.S. Maple,
Quadrant,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.