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 Uzbekistan and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the organ 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Todd Terry,
Amon Düül II,
The Kinks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Offenders,
Magazine,
The Evens,
Mantronix,
Electric Prunes,
Excepter,
The Pretty Things,
Buzzcocks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pierre Henry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Goldenarms,
The Fire Engines,
Wire,
Dennis Brown,
The Slackers,
The Cowsills,
The Barracudas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lakeside,
Dual Sessions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
E-Dancer,
X-Ray Spex,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joe Smooth,
Hot Snakes,
Dawn Penn,
Laurel Aitken,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Motions,
Pole,
The United States of America,
The Fortunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neil Young,
Pussy Galore,
Tomorrow,
The Star Department,
Sex Pistols,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Harmonia,
Howard Jones,
JFA,
The Angels of Light,
Lungfish,
The Beau Brummels,
Alison Limerick,
PIL,
Banda Bassotti,
Theoretical Girls,
Quadrant,
Y Pants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chris & Cosey,
The Pop Group,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.