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 China and from London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Halifax.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Quadrant to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
EPMD,
Kerri Chandler,
Al Stewart,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Organ,
The Five Americans,
Metal Thangz,
New Age Steppers,
The Fire Engines,
The Doobie Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roger Hodgson,
Joensuu 1685,
Lucky Dragons,
Silicon Teens,
Wally Richardson,
Magazine,
Faraquet,
Quadrant,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Piero Umiliani,
Echospace,
Camouflage,
The Sound,
Loose Ends,
David McCallum,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Funky Four + One,
Absolute Body Control,
Grey Daturas,
Josef K,
Qualms,
X-101,
Aswad,
Barry Ungar,
The Techniques,
Max Romeo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Motorama,
The Neon Judgement,
Unwound,
Can,
Suicide,
Kaleidoscope,
Neu!,
Black Bananas,
June of 44,
Robert Hood,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pantaleimon,
Lyres,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Modern Lovers,
Buzzcocks,
Theoretical Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chrome,
The Raincoats,
Adolescents,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.