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 Samoa and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Godley & Creme to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
The Saints,
Danielle Patucci,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alphaville,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Livin' Joy,
EPMD,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Susan Cadogan,
Malaria!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Duran Duran,
Traffic Nightmare,
H. Thieme,
Faraquet,
Mantronix,
Pantytec,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roxy Music,
Harmonia,
These Immortal Souls,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Byrd,
Banda Bassotti,
Supertramp,
Joyce Sims,
The Flesh Eaters,
Patti Smith,
Black Moon,
Carl Craig,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Godley & Creme,
China Crisis,
New York Dolls,
Sound Behaviour,
A Certain Ratio,
Niagra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soulsonic Force,
Excepter,
Cheater Slicks,
The Offenders,
Intrusion,
Gabor Szabo,
The Monks,
Jacob Miller,
Nick Fraelich,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mandrill,
Lalo Schifrin,
Archie Shepp,
Boogie Down Productions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Average White Band,
Black Flag,
Cal Tjader,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.