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 Malawi and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mad Mike to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-102,
Fear,
Roger Hodgson,
Monolake,
The Vogues,
DJ Sneak,
Marmalade,
Schoolly D,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Görl,
Ice-T,
Pussy Galore,
The Offenders,
The Skatalites,
Marshall Jefferson,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Tremeloes,
The Remains,
Swans,
Arcadia,
The Barracudas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dawn Penn,
the Association,
Ultravox,
The Dead C,
Mary Jane Girls,
China Crisis,
La Düsseldorf,
Simply Red,
a-ha,
Pulsallama,
Arab on Radar,
Rekid,
ABC,
Morten Harket,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bootsy Collins,
UT,
Michelle Simonal,
Oneida,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boredoms,
Crooked Eye,
Gabor Szabo,
Newcleus,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
the Bar-Kays,
Minutemen,
Talk Talk,
Freddie Wadling,
Dead Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Monks,
Junior Murvin,
Magma,
Scott Walker,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.