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 India and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Terrestrial Tones to the jazz 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Gong,
Mars,
Lindisfarne,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Seeds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camouflage,
Wally Richardson,
The Busters,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Modern Lovers,
Darondo,
Moss Icon,
Blancmange,
The Offenders,
Aloha Tigers,
Alice Coltrane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cecil Taylor,
David Bowie,
Godley & Creme,
Blossom Toes,
Stereo Dub,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Move,
Duran Duran,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Motions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Steve Hackett,
Scan 7,
Kurtis Blow,
Connie Case,
Gichy Dan,
Sun Ra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Divine Comedy,
The Human League,
CMW,
Jacques Brel,
Delta 5,
Sandy B,
Josef K,
Thompson Twins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harmonia,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sparks,
The Saints,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Zapp,
The Knickerbockers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nico,
Girls At Our Best!,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.