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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 Soul II Soul to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ken Boothe,
Mad Mike,
Minor Threat,
Gang Starr,
Visage,
Marshall Jefferson,
Absolute Body Control,
John Lydon,
The Raincoats,
Danielle Patucci,
Drexciya,
Crime,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott Heron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Piero Umiliani,
JFA,
The Birthday Party,
The Seeds,
The Residents,
Idris Muhammad,
Susan Cadogan,
Simply Red,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Erasure,
Young Marble Giants,
Shuggie Otis,
Mantronix,
Surgeon,
Godley & Creme,
David Axelrod,
Talk Talk,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed,
Motorama,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fluxion,
Fatback Band,
Procol Harum,
The Skatalites,
Dead Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare,
Pylon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Little Man,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yellowson,
Fear,
Kurtis Blow,
Roy Ayers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arthur Verocai,
Tres Demented,
Anakelly,
Fugazi,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Normal,
The Red Krayola,
Reuben Wilson,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.