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 Ethiopia and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the rap 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Jacques Brel,
Bluetip,
Sam Rivers,
The Remains,
Sugar Minott,
Dead Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Underground Resistance,
Bronski Beat,
The Gun Club,
Pierre Henry,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Associates,
The Slackers,
Pole,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-101,
Ice-T,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Leonard Cohen,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter and Kerry,
Gong,
Metal Thangz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aswad,
Unrelated Segments,
Man Parrish,
Crooked Eye,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fortunes,
Eve St. Jones,
Swell Maps,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minutemen,
Scion,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dave Gahan,
Flash Fearless,
Franke,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare,
Wally Richardson,
Khruangbin,
cv313,
Fela Kuti,
Gabor Szabo,
Smog,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tres Demented,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
a-ha,
Audionom,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Durutti Column,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.