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 Korea North and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Skarface,
June Days,
Whodini,
The Index,
Scan 7,
Banda Bassotti,
Silicon Teens,
Wolf Eyes,
Marmalade,
Fatback Band,
Second Layer,
Piero Umiliani,
Television Personalities,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arcadia,
Aloha Tigers,
Rapeman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Easy Going,
Ken Boothe,
Anthony Braxton,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moss Icon,
Black Moon,
Monolake,
Pharoah Sanders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Desert Stars,
Adolescents,
Icehouse,
Soft Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bad Manners,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Unwound,
Gichy Dan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Circle Jerks,
Danielle Patucci,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Smiths,
The Grass Roots,
The Monks,
Pierre Henry,
The Smoke,
Donny Hathaway,
Masters at Work,
The Cramps,
This Heat,
ABBA,
The New Christs,
Spandau Ballet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Divine Comedy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.