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 Czech Republic and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 The Blues Magoos to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed,
Gang Starr,
Brand Nubian,
David Bowie,
Dawn Penn,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oneida,
Jacob Miller,
Man Parrish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dead Boys,
Crime,
Motorama,
Sugar Minott,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eli Mardock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yaz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Saccharine Trust,
China Crisis,
Hardrive,
Pylon,
The Angels of Light,
Organ,
Bronski Beat,
The American Breed,
the Germs,
The Star Department,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-102,
a-ha,
The Dirtbombs,
The Happenings,
MDC,
The Seeds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Unrelated Segments,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mummies,
D'Angelo,
Niagra,
The Pretty Things,
Faraquet,
The Names,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Funkadelic,
Ultravox,
Reuben Wilson,
Tommy Roe,
DNA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tomorrow,
Lakeside,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Divine Comedy,
Dual Sessions,
Ossler,
The Human League,
Jeff Mills,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.