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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
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 synthesizer 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 Stiv Bators to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Pole,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Monolake,
The Sound,
The Wake,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Doors,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jimmy McGriff,
Patti Smith,
Jacques Brel,
Cecil Taylor,
Steve Hackett,
The Human League,
Ice-T,
Harry Pussy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Supertramp,
ABC,
Smog,
Nick Fraelich,
a-ha,
Warsaw,
Henry Cow,
Rites of Spring,
Skaos,
These Immortal Souls,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-Ray Spex,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cramps,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Seeds,
Letta Mbulu,
Au Pairs,
Brass Construction,
The Last Poets,
Liliput,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fuzztones,
Jeff Lynne,
New Age Steppers,
Thompson Twins,
Essential Logic,
Los Fastidios,
Pierre Henry,
Livin' Joy,
Ornette Coleman,
Brand Nubian,
Mad Mike,
Lyres,
June Days,
The Barracudas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mojo Men,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.