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 Sri Lanka and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bar-Kays to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Aural Exciters,
Sun City Girls,
X-102,
Matthew Bourne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Smiths,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Buzzcocks,
China Crisis,
Amon Düül,
Eurythmics,
Bill Wells,
Stetsasonic,
Surgeon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soul II Soul,
H. Thieme,
The Music Machine,
The J.B.'s,
Smog,
Girls At Our Best!,
Althea and Donna,
Alison Limerick,
Sandy B,
Rakim,
Derrick May,
Theoretical Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dirtbombs,
Essential Logic,
Arcadia,
The Victims,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fat Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Los Fastidios,
Dave Gahan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Toasters,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Sheep,
Aaron Thompson,
Ponytail,
The Detroit Cobras,
Television,
Darondo,
The Black Dice,
The Gun Club,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Whodini,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Associates,
CMW,
Scion,
Underground Resistance,
Pylon,
Vladislav Delay,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cymande,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.