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 Spain and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 The Doors to the rock 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Scrapy,
John Cale,
FM Einheit,
June of 44,
Liliput,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camouflage,
Eric B and Rakim,
Don Cherry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rapeman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Blues Magoos,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Iggy Pop,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ken Boothe,
Deepchord,
Alton Ellis,
Circle Jerks,
Schoolly D,
Kas Product,
The Martian,
Joey Negro,
Au Pairs,
Rufus Thomas,
Lyres,
The Dead C,
Reagan Youth,
The Misunderstood,
The Electric Prunes,
X-Ray Spex,
Television,
Rekid,
The Fall,
Lebanon Hanover,
Babytalk,
Hot Snakes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Michelle Simonal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Byrd,
D'Angelo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ronan,
Arthur Verocai,
Swans,
Ten City,
The Move,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott Heron,
CMW,
These Immortal Souls,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.