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 Bologna.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 E-Dancer to the grunge 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Simply Red,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dave Gahan,
F. McDonald,
Loose Ends,
Laurel Aitken,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yaz,
Soft Machine,
Junior Murvin,
Depeche Mode,
The Red Krayola,
The Durutti Column,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pulsallama,
Nas,
Slave,
the Slits,
Blancmange,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rosa Yemen,
Easy Going,
Kayak,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The J.B.'s,
Sonic Youth,
Black Flag,
The Blues Magoos,
Cecil Taylor,
Soulsonic Force,
Girls At Our Best!,
UT,
London Community Gospel Choir,
D'Angelo,
Parry Music,
Aswad,
Absolute Body Control,
The Golliwogs,
The Divine Comedy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Massinfluence,
Wolf Eyes,
Gerry Rafferty,
New York Dolls,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lucky Dragons,
Agitation Free,
The Toasters,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Womack,
kango's stein massive,
Joyce Sims,
Model 500,
Monks,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Green,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
These Immortal Souls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.