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 Guinea-Bissau and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Schoolly D to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
The Gories,
The Evens,
Can,
Blake Baxter,
Idris Muhammad,
Lalann,
Sam Rivers,
David McCallum,
ABC,
Rakim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fugazi,
Peter and Kerry,
Ituana,
Don Cherry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moebius,
Bill Near,
Hoover,
X-Ray Spex,
Bluetip,
Arab on Radar,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang of Four,
Marvin Gaye,
Delta 5,
The Golliwogs,
Gichy Dan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Inner City,
The J.B.'s,
Wings,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tubeway Army,
Morten Harket,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barrington Levy,
Blossom Toes,
Drexciya,
Ultravox,
Visage,
John Holt,
Rosa Yemen,
The Trojans,
The Fall,
The Monks,
Dennis Brown,
Peter & Gordon,
The Standells,
X-102,
Iggy Pop,
Nirvana,
Das Ding,
Scientists,
Negative Approach,
Prince Buster,
Theoretical Girls,
Aural Exciters,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.