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 Kazakhstan and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Adolescents to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
The Gap Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Prunes,
the Human League,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Zapp,
Peter and Kerry,
Scratch Acid,
Sound Behaviour,
Radiohead,
Wings,
Lindisfarne,
The Stooges,
Jeff Lynne,
Godley & Creme,
Junior Murvin,
The Five Americans,
Unrelated Segments,
Section 25,
The Alarm Clocks,
Los Fastidios,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sound,
Black Bananas,
The Neon Judgement,
kango's stein massive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Au Pairs,
Rakim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Letta Mbulu,
Sonic Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The American Breed,
Delta 5,
a-ha,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Goldenarms,
The Blackbyrds,
Sandy B,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bill Near,
Livin' Joy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mo-Dettes,
Chris & Cosey,
Monolake,
Audionom,
Fela Kuti,
Roy Ayers,
Sällskapet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The J.B.'s,
Minutemen,
Joensuu 1685,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.