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 East Timor and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Index to the grunge 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Gang Dance,
Howard Jones,
Malaria!,
Stiv Bators,
The Star Department,
The Misunderstood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stockholm Monsters,
Livin' Joy,
The Gun Club,
Pagans,
Tom Boy,
The Last Poets,
Robert Wyatt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radio Birdman,
Monks,
Max Romeo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fluxion,
the Sonics,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aural Exciters,
Yaz,
Scrapy,
Eli Mardock,
The Standells,
Gong,
Duran Duran,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Kinks,
Goldenarms,
Lindisfarne,
John Holt,
L. Decosne,
Scientists,
Sandy B,
Ten City,
Sun Ra,
Scion,
Nirvana,
Agitation Free,
Hot Snakes,
Eric Dolphy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
K-Klass,
Negative Approach,
Mo-Dettes,
The United States of America,
The Smoke,
Infiniti,
The Angels of Light,
The Index,
The Invisible,
The Busters,
Reagan Youth,
D'Angelo,
Blake Baxter,
Second Layer,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.