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 Austria and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Television Personalities to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Human League,
The Mojo Men,
Pantaleimon,
Eric Copeland,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Happenings,
Severed Heads,
Underground Resistance,
Andrew Hill,
Deadbeat,
Bang On A Can,
Derrick Morgan,
kango's stein massive,
Cal Tjader,
Television,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Erykah Badu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Schoolly D,
Con Funk Shun,
China Crisis,
Barbara Tucker,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Last Poets,
The Slits,
Leonard Cohen,
One Last Wish,
The Pretty Things,
Johnny Osbourne,
Warren Ellis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Wyatt,
Bill Near,
ABBA,
Organ,
Livin' Joy,
Pylon,
This Heat,
Sugar Minott,
Hot Snakes,
Pantytec,
Mark Hollis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Delta 5,
Michelle Simonal,
Nick Fraelich,
Darondo,
Sam Rivers,
Accadde A,
David Bowie,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Slave,
Junior Murvin,
Tim Buckley,
Peter and Kerry,
Siglo XX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marvin Gaye,
The Pop Group,
Maleditus Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.