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 Nigeria and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the disco 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
ABC,
The J.B.'s,
A Certain Ratio,
Cecil Taylor,
Judy Mowatt,
Main Source,
The Young Rascals,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Real Kids,
X-101,
Ice-T,
Moss Icon,
Cluster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bill Wells,
Nik Kershaw,
Fluxion,
Scott Walker,
Thompson Twins,
Pantaleimon,
DJ Sneak,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dead C,
Subhumans,
Pierre Henry,
Ten City,
Talk Talk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Connie Case,
Juan Atkins,
Cameo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Liliput,
Chrome,
Circle Jerks,
Harmonia,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alice Coltrane,
The Saints,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David Axelrod,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lower 48,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Monolake,
Bizarre Inc.,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeff Mills,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soulsonic Force,
Pulsallama,
World's Most,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tom Boy,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.